𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔫

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢

𝔎𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞'𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔳

      "I still can't believe you hid the stuff in your panty drawer," Rhysand snorts, crossing his large arms over his chest. I shrug, grabbing the diary out of the drawer. "It's a good hiding spot for someone like him, is it not?" I ask. He makes a sound of agreement, walking over to me. He looks at the black leather journal in my hands. "Let's open it."

      Walking over to my bed, I take a seat, crossing my legs. I open the diary to the first page and see Tom Riddle's neat handwriting on the parchment.

𝓐𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂-𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽, 𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷-𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽𝔂-𝓽𝔀𝓸

      𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮.

      𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓯𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓫𝔂 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓸𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼.

      𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓱𝓸𝔀, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓢𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓬 𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓬 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽, 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰.