T.R | Deadly Obsessions

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

Streaks of red were tumbling towards her, and she barely had time to throw up a weak shield. Riddle narrowed his eyes at her behaviour, but shook it off as he sent another spell her way. Lyra quickly turned defensive, easily shrugging off everything he shot towards her. Her feet were planted on the ground, making dodges easier for her. Riddle inched closer to her with every streak of magic, but she got further away. He sent one last curse, before withdrawing. His face was contorted in anger, but his eyes glimmered with interest.
           
"It's my turn now." Lyra smirked, slashing her wand through the air as a hex raced to the boy opposite her. He defended himself with ease, but she hadn't expected anything less from the esteemed prefect. "Let's have a bit of fun then, shall we?" She asked, tempting him, and he only raised a brow in answer. All around them, streaks of different colours illuminated the classroom, sweat running down the sides of the students' faces, their classmates laid down on the floor as they surrendered to their partners. 

But Tom and Lyra were just getting started.

Lyra's eyes scanned the room, until it landed upon the burning fireplace. The corner of her lips curled into a vicious smile, as she held her wand out and muttered, "Fiendfyre." Flames shot out from the tip of her wand and up towards the ceiling. The fire didn't stop until it formed an animal: a snake. Lyra found it quite funny, and it was evident on her features as she brought the fiery animal down, letting it unleash hell on Riddle.

By now, the students around them had paused, and focused solely on her and the prefect. The wizard in front of her pressed his lips into a fine line, but his expression remained indifferent. Riddle raised his wand, and water rushed towards the fire. The animal swerved, narrowly missing the water. The liquid began circling itself, creating a barrier. Not a few moments after, it burst, spraying water across the classroom. Lyra's eyes widened and she dropped her wand, the snake vanishing, as she threw her hands up to create a shield.
       
Just as she opened her eyes, Riddle propelled her backwards. Her left arm met the wall with a crack, and pain seared through her body. Lyra shut her eyes, forcing back the tears as it threatened to fall. She clenched her jaw as she pushed herself onto wobbly feet. Her eyes shot open to find a smirking prefect staring at her. She refused to let him win, so she shoved the pain away and planted her feet firmly on the ground. She glanced sideways, her gaze pulled to where her wand laid on the ground. Riddle's wand shot out, a jinx tumbling towards her.

Lyra dropped to the ground, avoiding it by inches as she reached for her wand. She raised it to the prefect, and with a flick of her wrist, Riddle was hurled backwards. A muffled snap reverberated across the room, and he groaned in pain, giving her just enough time to stand up.

"Enough! Twenty points from Slytherin, from each of you! Now get out of my class, and show yourselves to the infirmary." The professor looked at them with a disdainful look as the pair nodded. Lyra's eyes met Adrian's, and there was an incredulous look on his face as she walked past him. As they strode out of the classroom and into the hallways, she bit her bottom lip to stop a pained whine from slipping past her lips.

"You're not going to apologise for breaking my arm?" She asked, cocking a brow. "Broken bones are a result of duels, Beaumont. It was an attack from me, and you failed to defend yourself." He shrugged. Lyra chuckled, having expected an answer along those lines.

The rest of their walk was in silence as he led them to the infirmary. The matron greeted them with a frown on her face, as she guided Lyra to the nearest bed. "Matron, I assure you that I am alright. May I leave?" Riddle asked, visibly frustrated. "Hush, boy. I'm tending to her first, then I will come to you. Sit there," the older woman pointed towards the chair next to Lyra's bed. Lyra fought against a smile as she watched the irritated prefect pinch the bridge of his nose, and stride towards the chair. The matron walked towards her desk as Riddle lounged in the wooden seat.