Poisoned || Mattheo Riddle

𝕯iagon 𝕬lley || Chapter Three

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𝓓𝖎𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝓐𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖞
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𝕮HAPTER 𝕿HREE

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FINN STEPPED FOOT INTO THE narrow hallway. Her black cat Nyx rubbed her head against Finn's leg. She smiled and bent through her knees, petting the purring cat. An unusual yet familiar smell filled her nostrils. She knitted her eyebrows and scrunched her nose. As she went to stand up, she threw her jacket on the dresser. She sniffed again and entered the green kitchen, closing her eyes to focus on the smell. And no, she was certain it wasn't herself that she was smelling.

A whiff of a potion she remembered made its way past her nose, but she couldn't quite place it, especially not with the other scent entwined in it.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked from behind her.

Finn jumped up but rolled her eyes when she saw her aunt. "I was just wondering what I smelled."

"You," her aunt stated as she started to clean up the messy kitchen, "Why do you reek of alcohol and drugs?"

"It's my new perfume," Finn shrugged and smiled sweetly as she leaned against the table, arms crossed.

Nyx jumped up onto the table and rubbed her head against Finn's arm, wanting attention. Unconsciously, she obeyed her cat and pet her once again.

"Well, your guardian doesn't appreciate that new perfume and wants you to stop wearing it."

Finn rolled her eyes and turned around to grab an apple from the fruit bowl, when her eyes fell on a notebook laying open on the round wooden table. She studied it carefully. The words written on the lines were in a language and handwriting she couldn't quite place. Her finger trailed over the paper, it felt old, like the paper from the books in the Hogwarts library.

The words written in the marges in blue ink were English though, and she clearly recognised her aunt's handwriting. The layout of the notebook looked like a recipe book, with some sentences clearly summing things up underneath each other and others written with a number before them: steps to follow.

"What language is this?" Finn questioned, her eyes not leaving the notebook.

Her aunt sighed and took the notebook from the table, closing it shut as she did. Finn managed to see just a couple of words written on the cover, but the only one she could understand was "Achlys".

"A foreign one," her aunt stated as she buried the book in the leather bag she used for work.

Finn rolled her eyes and took a bite of the apple as she leaned back on the table. "What's it about then?"

"Work."

"Work in a foreign language?"

"Yes, something I needed to examine."

"Why does it have our family name on it?"

"Why do you smell like alcohol, drugs and sex?"

Finn rolled her eyes again and sighed, turning around to walk to the fridge.

"See, now we both have something we don't want to discuss." Her aunt leaned on the kitchen counter and crossed her arms.