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"It's almost time."
It had been a few days since Ravenna and Mattheo's trip. The escapism of it all felt like a type of euphoria.
A euphoria that quickly came to a close.
It had finally reached a week since their stay at the hotel, now back at Hogwarts.
Ravenna couldn't ignore the way her hands trembled more than usual, or how her face looked extra sunken in. The overwhelming bitch that was nausea had settled itself into her stomach, leaving her in a constant state of restlessness.
Because Ravenna was to get her Dark Mark today.
She was starting to panic.
She only had today to work on the cabinet. She didn't even want to know what was to happen if she didn't fix it. Merlin forbid, a damn piece of wood signing the stamp on her death sentence.
Riddle sat on the couch, going over some spells and charms while Ravenna stood there twirling her knife.
"I don't understand." She said through gritted teeth.
When they came back almost a week ago from London, there was a dead bird in the cabin. It had lost its white beauty, nothing but bone and muscle.
But since then they'd gotten nothing.
Not a single fucking thing.
"Maybe you should try again." She said pacing.
"Ravenna, I've done it six fucking times. I'm not doing it again." He said with his hands on his head.
"You try." He spat.
"But it didn't work for me. It worked for you." She almost shouted.
"Well, it hasn't been working for me." Mattheo looked as if he was ready to pull out his hair.
Ravenna was frustrated. Not with him, but with the stubborn magic tool.
She couldn't bear the thought of the Dark Lord being angry with her while he was presenting her with the most painful tramp-stamp of her life.
"Fine." She said taking her wand out of her pocket.
She looked at the tall cabinet, taking in a deep breath before taking off her coat, it was starting to turn to Spring at Hogwarts.
The wind had eased, the sun shone more often. Flowers were even in bloom.
She grabbed a small dove, wrapped in an old-fashioned napkin off of a round table. She touched it's delicate material, letting her fingers feel the gentle pattern. She placed it in the dark, hollow inside of the cabinet.
She closed it with a light thud, taking in a deep breath. She held her wand close whispering the spell.
When she opened, it was gone. She proceeded with the next step. She closed her eyes and whispered the spell.
