𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝- Mattheo Riddle

02

IK I WAS SUPPOSED TO UPDATE YESTERDAY BUT IM DUMB AF AND THOUGHT YESTERDAY WAS TUESDAY💀

"You look miserable," Anastasia tells Diana, who was currently sprawled out on her bed with the saddest look on her face.

"I'm fine," Diana responds with a sigh. She was staring at her dorm room ceiling, thinking about what was going to happen to her today.

After reading the horrifying letter sent by her lovely mother yesterday, Diana had gone into a full-on spiral. The letter was vague, but Diana knew exactly what it meant. It was no secret that the Corbin's believed in blood supremacy. They were proud of their beliefs.

There was no real proof that the Corbin's were aligned with Voldemort, the dark lord who murdered people simply because of a belief, but people knew anyway that Aurora and Alcide Corbin were infatuated with the demon.

She knew that her parents expected her to become just like them, but Diana had been very vocal that she would not cooperate in any way when it can down to joining that horrible side. Of course, that resulted in some punishments that ended up leaving scars.

After a while, her parents just ignored Diana when she vocalized her opinion on the subject and soon enough her father told her that she didn't have to join the Dark Lord if she truly didn't want to.

I'm so foolish. Diana thought. Her father probably said that so she would finally shut up about the whole thing. It wasn't like she exactly trusted her parents and most of the time she found it hard to believe anything they said, but hope had overcome her and Diana had gripped onto the belief that she would never have to become someone that was completely against her morals.

She truly didn't want to join that clan of psychopaths, but going against it would mean her disownment.

God, I really do have no control over my life. She felt more nauseous by the second as she thought of what was to inevitably come.

"You're not fine," Pansy chuckled, snapping Diana out of her thoughts, "you always do this little eyebrow scrunch when you're upset you know."

"I do not!" Diana opposed, sitting up as fast as she could.

"You're doing it right now!" Anastasia told the girl like it was the most amusing thing in the world.

Diana simply rolled her eyes as she got out of bed. With a quick glance at the clock, Diana read 11:23 a.m. Her mother said to be home by noon, but the thing about Aurora Corbin is that when she says to be somewhere at a certain time, she expects you to be there way earlier.

"My mum wants me home for the weekend," Diana confessed as she walked over to the large mirror. Her brown hair was as neat as always, the layers of her hair framing her face. She was in muggle pajama bottoms and an old tank top that Anastasia had gifted her a while back.

What I would do to see the look on Mum's face if she ever saw me in muggle clothes.

"For what?" Pansy asked, her full attention on Diana. Pansy was a pureblood whose family were openly blood supremacists. Pansy probably knew why.

"I wish I knew," Diana responded. Pansy and Anastasia had been Diana's best friends since their first year. The three had been very open to each other. They would tell each other everything. They told each other when they fit their first period. They told each other every single detail of when they lost their virginity. They told each other about all their trauma. They told each other everything.

Pansy and Anastasia knew about Diana's parents and how involved they were with Voldemort. The two of them were smart girls, so they could probably figure out why Diana was suddenly called to the Corbin Manor. Still, Diana couldn't seem to admit it out loud because once she did, it would mean that all of this was very real and very much happening.