Surviving Fate // Mattheo Riddle ♣️

Chapter Fourteen - Talk

Word Count: 3,223 words. 

Warnings: None. 

I was in the Library the next day, eyes reading through years' worth of material on repairing spells. Christmas was fast approaching and that meant that almost half the year was over, and we were still no closer to fixing this Cabinet, so there I was on a Sunday event searching through the Library's resources.

On my third re-read of the page, I found my eyes wandering to the two letters that sat on the table. One, was the letter that Aberforth had left me yesterday and the other, the other was a letter I had received from my mother early in the morning. I hadn't opened it yet.

"How are we doing?" Riddle asked, approaching the table I was sat at. He took a seat across from me.

I shook my head. "Not good," I told the man. "There's only so many spells that exist and we've used most of them."

"Well, is there something in the Restricted Section maybe?" he asked, slumping back into his chair.

I leaned forward, resting my head on my hands. "Unless you've got a key for the place, then we're not getting in."

Riddle smiled, eyes glancing over at the door that led to the place he wanted to get into. "Is Madame Pince around?" he asked.

I shook my head again. "She's gone to her chambers, why?"

Riddle stood. "Because we're about to break a couple of rules." He made for the door to the Restricted Section.

"Fuck," I cursed, rising from my chair quickly and rushing after him.

He took the lock in his hands, pulling at it roughly. I took a quick look around, watching for any other students in sight.

With a quiet whisper, I watched Mattheo take his wand from his pocket, pointing it towards the lock and using an opening enchantment.

He took my arm, pulling me into the room and closing the door behind us. I squealed.

"What was that for?" I asked, whispering.

"Why are you whispering?" he asked me.

I took a look around the room we were in, crossing my arms over my chest. "You don't know what curses are in here. What these books hold. You could end up dead on the floor from reading one of these things."

Riddle breathed a laugh. "Their books Lyra. No harm ever came from opening a book." He walked further into the Restricted Section, rushing to the back.

"That's not –" I started, taking one last look at the closed door before hurrying after him. "That's not where the books we're looking for are."

Riddle poked his head out from behind an aisle. "Then where are they?" he asked.

I took a quick look around, watching the signs that hung from the ceiling. "That one," I pointed down an aisle.

Mattheo nodded, turning and quickly making his way down the rows of books. I followed.

"We shouldn't be in here," I told him as he began to search the shelves.

"What kind of book are we looking for?" he ignored my words, running his hand along the spines.

"Anything on repairing magical objects," I told him.

Riddle turned to look at me. "Well I knew that, but is there not a more complicated way to say it?"

I shook my head. "Wizards tend to be very blunt with their book titles."

Mattheo sighed, expression changing as he watched me carefully. He opened his mouth to speak, and Merlin, I didn't want him to.