Love of my life

Chapter 11

I walk around what's supposed to be my room. This place is trashed. I go to my closet, and everything is taken off the hangers and thrown to the floor. It looks like a tornado passed through my room. I hang my new dress in my closet even though that's the only thing hanging in there.

How did they even get in? They can't alohomora their way in. I put a spell on it so it only opens and locks with a key. Wait. Fucking Beverly. She was already leaving my room and I didn't have time to lock the door. How could I be so stupid?

I walk over to my bed and lay on it. There may be things on there but I honestly don't care at this point. Who the fuck did this? They need to clean my room. I was just having fun, getting a fucking dress when they decided to make my room look like a train wreck.

Let's see, who would possibly do this?

Well, there's Riddle, although he wouldn't do it himself, he'd send someone. And who has been spying on me? Mulciber with the fucking monocle. I have to confront him. I look at my clock and it is already after dinner. I didn't realize it until now but I'm rather tired. I begin drifting off to sleep while thinking about what to say to Mulciber.

Time skip to the morning ✨

I wake up and look around my room, I was not dreaming. My room is still a complete mess. Fuck. I quickly get up and look at the clock, a full hour before breakfast starts. I can confront him before I go to breakfast, parfait.

I go back to what's supposed to be my closet. I have to pick up some clothes off the floor. Mulciber better fucking clean this up. I quickly put on the clothes I got and rush out of my room. I need to find him. He is either in the common room or in his dorm. I go into the common room and to my dismay, he's not there. In fact, no one is there so I can't ask anyone where his fucking dorm is. I just have to wing it I guess.

I go to where the boys' dorms are and start walking. Where? I don't know. But if I don't find Mulciber's dorm then I'll go to Riddle. I don't care if he didn't make a mess in my dorm, he better clean it. As I'm about to pass a dorm I hear a familiar voice. Lestrange's. I can ask him where Mulciber's room is. As I'm about to knock I hear Mulciber.

"I already told you! I didn't find anything important!"

"I don't care about that. Tell that shit to Riddle. What I do care about however is you making a mess." Lestrange responds in a stern voice.

"So? I made a mess. Boo hoo, whatever."

"It's not whatever! She knows someone was in her room because of you! All you had to do was do a simple cleaning spell. Work smarter not harder!" Lestrange responds sounding annoyed. I accidently gasp out loud. Fuck. The room behind the door goes silent. They fucking heard me. I hear footsteps come up to the door. Lestrange opens the door looking a bit surprised to see me.

"Darling! What on earth are you doing here?!" Lestrange says as he deliberately blocks my view of Mulciber.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you know why I'm here darling," I say, crossing my arms. How dare he know about Mulciber searching my room and only care about him not cleaning up after. That's an invasion of my privacy!

"Why don't you take a walk with me darling," he says as he steps out his room and immediately closes the door behind him.

"No! Someone is cleaning my room and it's not gonna be me!" I raise my voice at him as he drags me away from his dorm.

"I will get someone to clean your room for you, darling!"

"Stop dragging me! And who is cleaning my room?!" He ignores my request and continues to drag me.