𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 [ 𝘼 𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣]

Chapter 91

That evening the twinkling stars winked at each other, the summer dusk sky sparkling in atrocity and bitterness. Pandora Ivy sat down, her eyes religiously scanning the newspapers to see everything. She wanted to go back, back to Hogwarts, but the voice in the back of her mind denied everything. It denied her from going to Tom, or Malfoy's manor. But she wasn't going to permit that. Pandora Ivy went to her bedroom dresser and wore a jet-black dress with a coal twilight long jacket. She wore heels and sprayed her fragrance of choice before taking an umbrella with her. Her heart fluttered as pictures of Tom danced in her mind. What if he wouldn't want her?? Pandora's expression soured suddenly as she thought about those who never yearned for her. The rain gushed and heaped down violently as thunder echoed throughout the ambiance. Her sanity trekked to Tom as her heart fluttered in delight and charm. She would do anything for him. Pandora walked towards the grassland of the manor, sealing those electrifying moss-green eyes.

"Apparate." Her soft voice ricocheted around the aura as dead blossoms and roses sagged down the wet, moist fences and gates. Her vision collided with the moist stone floors as she groaned and huffed. Her clothes were probably soggy and saturated by now. She pushed her golden and chocolate brown ringlets behind her face before composing her posture. The sound of her heels echoed throughout the ambiance, power, authority, and prosperity blatant from the lavish, grand manor. She knocked on the door, feeling the eerie, cold atmosphere instantly. A house elf scrambled to the grand doors, its face panic-stricken.
"Miss Malfoy?" Pandora pushed through the dwarf, her eyes scanning for Tom Riddle before she looked back at it.
"Go tell your Lord I'm here." It immediately shook as it dashed across the marble floor, towards the staircase. Another house elf came, its face full of dread and apprehension. "Please sit down Miss, what would you like?"
Pandora scowled at the dwarf before huffing as she sat down on the expensive-looking settee. "Just-"
The house elf that opened the masquerade porticoes ran down the mountain of stairs, clutching onto the stone governs with exertion dribbling down its forehead.
"Miss!" The other two darted toward the origin of the squeaky sound, their eyes broadening. "What?!"
"M'Lord wants me to take you to his partition!"
She huffed before walking up the wooden, vintage stairs, looking up at the portrayals and portraits. They were all so insubstantial but harsh, their features let out leverage and authority like no other, and they were beautiful. So striking but so fetching. They were going up the stairs at a fast, swift pace, the house elf scurrying in tension and strain.

15 minutes delinquent;

Pandora was outside the chamber and stood silently after the house elf departed. She was uneasy and oppressive that he wouldn't want her. It pierced anxiety straight through her but as much as she denied it,

No one wanted her, did they?

Her eyes flashed between the two porticoes before she harshly knocked onto the entry. "Tom?" Her delicate voice bounced off the lush walls, bookshelves full of dark magic and divinities with many glories silently sat. He was nowhere to be noticed. She locked the wickets, her eyes scrutinizing the chamber. "Tom, where are you?" Her smooth, feeble voice echoed throughout the extensive room. Her eyes darted toward the sound of water gushing and splattering from the bathroom. She dropped her umbrella before rushing towards the bathroom, carefully knocking on the door. No reply. She decided that he was probably taking a shower so she walked opposite when she saw blood on the floor.
Her heavenly eyes expanded before confusion consumed her features. "Tom?!" She rushed towards the door, barging them open to see Tom washing his hands silently, his blouse soaked in crimson red blood, his eyes not looking at her once.
"What did you do?" He pushed through her, not looking at her. "Nothing." His voice was so monotone and harsh, it nearly broke her fragile heart. He started drying his hands with a small hand towel."What happened?" She urged as her voice cracked. "Pandora, why are you here?" His voice asked her curiously. "I came because I need help." His expression softened before he walked toward his dresser silently. "Is it about Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Only silence was heard as he rummaged through the neat clothes, his eyes rushing through the blouses before he picked one out. "I already took care of that." Her face morphed into shock before she placed a tight smile.
"Thanks." An awkward aura embroidered the ambiance before her eyes darted toward him, her soul nearly leaving her body.

"What are you doing?"

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-Mel

I hope those In Turkiye and Syria get healthy and stable momentarily, this earthquake going on is horrendous and has been wrecking so many families!!

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