𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 [ 𝘼 𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣]

Chapter 89

Luminaries gracefully winked at each other like nominal jewels, the moon staring silently across the earth in fixation. Pandora had settled on to go to the shrieking Shack as she wasn't relinquishing anything at the end of the day. She wore a jet-black dress that proceeded down to her knees and a lengthy jacket over it with heels.
Pandora seized some floo powder into her hands before she checked the time.
6:43 pm.
Her heart pounded against her body as she closed her eyes, feeling dizzy as she clutched onto the hem of her dress. After several minutes she was currently outside Hogsmeade, scouring for the shrieking Shack with her hand clasped onto her wand in suspicion and trepidation. She silently crept up the grassy, earthy hills, probing for the forsaken house in curiosity and trinket. Undeniying dreads sunk in her stone-cold broken heart as her heels echoed through the dark, dreadful night, wind whistling through the cold ambiance. Pandora's cold emerald orbs twinkled in acclaim and paean the moment those sparkling eyes settled onto the abandoned edifice.
Pandora strode innards the building, instant regret bubbling inside her as she stopped.

What if this all was a trap?

Dust danced and hoofed around her as the archaic wooden rationale creaked beneath her, her face morphing into panic and hysteria. She heard footsteps coming nigher towards her and abruptly halted in suspicion.
"Who's there?"
She wanted her voice to sound brave, and courageous even but it creaked the moment she saw the familiar face sticking out from behind the dusty portico.

"Ivy?"

She hadn't heard that friendly voice in so long that she darted towards the door in contentment.
A smile faltered on both faces as Pandora placed her wand back inside her pocket.
"Where were you all this time?"
Her voice harshly hit reality the moment she remembered how left alone she was in that musty orphanage.

"I had to go-"

"Why?"
Pandora was mad at Ben for leaving her alone for all those years, it bothered her to the core how he came back practically 7 to 8 years later as if everything was normal.
"It was for your safety."
Pandora's face shifted into a laughing manner, her eyes forming into an artificial twinkle.

"Really."
She spat.

"Well, I'm pretty sure this will be for my safety as well."

Pandora started to walk away.

He stood there perplexed.

"I'm here to help you Ivy."
His soft voice echoed throughout the dusty room, the prominent French accent making Pandora's expression slightly soften.

She was officially off the rails and frivolity would stop her now, the number of treacheries and perfidy she had encountered hurt her so much that she was fearsome of making contemporary friends or even talking to someone in a simple manner.

"How are you going to help me?!"

"I'm going to save you from him."

"Quit the jokes and tell me how your going to help!"

The tension was so thick no even the sharpest knife to ever exist could cut it. A sudden sound came in from behind Pandora, her face turning sour the moment she saw the recognizable blonde move from behind the shadows.

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Melissa