Deadly Obsession ~ Tom Riddle

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔴𝔬

The thought of that boy clung to her mind throughout the day, clouding her psyche. Her friends had done a rather good job of making her forget, as they entered the last lesson of the day: Charms. Only the Lestrange boy and Rosier shared that lesson with her. Adrian had kept Lyra on her toes with his incessant chatter and charm. Evan Rosier, on the other hand, had kept to himself, not speaking unless he had to. "Rosier, dear, pay attention in class, won't you? I need some sleep." Adrian beamed at his friend. "Call me dear again, and I won't hesitate to cut out your tongue." Rosier's words were mumbled, but the intention behind the threat was conveyed.

As the three sat down, the professor strolled in. Lestrange seemed to pay no mind to the teacher, as he kept his head down, his hair hanging over his face. The trio hadn't paid much attention to whatever the professor was droning on about, until he mentioned a project. Much to his dismay, the professor had split them up into pairs, and Lyra had been split from Rosier and Lestrange. Instead, she'd been partnered up with Evelyn Clearwater, a Ravenclaw prefect. She had wavy brown hair, with light blonde tips. Her ivory eyes glinted in the sunshine as Evelyn looked up to greet Lyra. "Hi! My name's Evelyn." Her voice was cheery and held a tone of innocence. "Hi. I'm Lyra," she introduced herself, before taking a seat beside the Ravenclaw.
       Evelyn seemed talented in Charms, Lyra noticed, as she finished the first task with ease, helping Lyra out along the way. Grindelwald had ensured that Lyra was provided with top-level education. She was a quick learner, but her most valued talent was in the Dark Arts, and its defense. "You catch on to things pretty quickly," Evelyn said, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as the prefect closed her notebook. "Thank you." The professor's sound resonated through the room, "This is to be completed for the end of the week. You may leave now!" The students immediately packed up their bags to leave, and Lyra had caught up with the two Slytherins as they were leaving.

"Hello again, sunshine," Adrian beamed. Beaumont let out a small laugh, clutching onto her books tightly. "So, why Hogwarts?" Rosier asked, startling her as both Lyra and Adrian turned their heads to face him. "Sorry?" Lyra asked, her brows scrunched in confusion. "I mean, why did you choose to come to Hogwarts? How did you end up here?" Rosier explained. She sighed slightly, buying her time to think of an excuse. "Merlin, Rosier. You couldn't have waited a day before interrogating her?" Lestrange sighed. "It's fine," she paused. "The schools in the East were getting far too dangerous - too many creatures lurking around." She wasn't lying. Not completely at least. Grindelwald had been experimenting with unearthly beings when she'd decided to run. But she wasn't going to tell them that. Not yet. Rosier nodded sternly, and then kept silent. Adrian immediately jumped into small talk with her, asking her how Herbology had been.

As they reached the common room, the two wizards began talking about the upcoming quidditch matches, and which houses they'd bet on. The door opened to reveal Valentina Greengrass sitting inside. Lestrange and Rosier bid her farewell as they left to go to the quidditch pitch, and she joined her fellow classmate on the couches. "Hi," Lyra greeted. Valentina looked up from her book, her brows scrunched together in concentration. As soon as her eyes landed on Lyra, they softened as her lips curved into a smile, "Hey. How was your first day?" Beaumont shrugged, "Not as fun as I expected." The girl opposite her laughed, "You had expectations?" Lyra chuckled, placing her books on the table in front of her. Valentina's focus switched back to the book as the two fell into a comfortable silence. Her cinnamon waves fell over her shoulders and back, her honey eyes rapidly running across the page as she read. There was something about her that made Lyra feel completely at home, but she decided to ignore that feeling. She'd barely been here a day, and she wasn't sure that she could trust anyone.

As the silence sank in, her mind drifted back to the Slytherin prefect she'd seen in potions. There was something about him that pulled her to him, and it became harder to ignore by the second. Lyra didn't even know who he was, and yet, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Everything about him screamed danger, but it didn't repulse her. On the contrary, it only made her more curious.