The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

Chapter 29

Fury and confusion surged within me as I demanded, "Where did the book go?" I distinctly remembered placing it here before attending the charms class. But now, it seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving me exasperated and at a loss. Diligently, I scoured every nook and cranny, turning my bed upside down, rifling through my drawers, probing deep into my closet, and even venturing into the bathroom in a desperate quest to locate the missing book. Yet, my efforts were in vain, for it eluded me at every turn. My frustration grew with each passing moment.

"No, no, no," I muttered under my breath, my mind racing, attempting to piece together the puzzle. I had definitely left it here just a few short hours ago, so how could it have simply vanished? Tugging at the blankets forcefully, I hoped that it might have slipped beneath them, hidden from sight. But my hopeful expectation yielded no results.

Collapsing onto my bed in a crestfallen state, I gripped my chin with both hands, desperation etched across my face. My mind wandered, desperately grasping at any semblance of an answer. Who could have entered my room in such a short span of time? I wracked my memory, drawing a blank. My last interaction was with Riddle, who I had seen in the hallway last night. Could he have entered my room? A thought crossed my mind, a spark of suspicion that made me question the situation. Despite this, my resolve to locate the book only grew stronger.

I marched towards the grand astronomy tower, where Riddle was known to hang out. My heart beating with dread, I climbed the spiraling staircase. Had he taken the book but why? As I approached, I saw him standing there, his back facing me, the smoke from his cigarette swirling around him. He seemed indifferent to my arrival, lost in his own world.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I approached him cautiously, keeping a safe distance away. My voice resonated with unwavering steadiness as I confronted him directly, demanding, "Where is my book?" There was no room for hesitation, no trace of fear in my words. I wanted the truth, and I anticipated no less.

Slowly, Riddle turned around, an eerie calmness emanating from him. He exhaled the thick smoke from his mouth, the remnants of his cigarette carelessly tossed aside. The air crackled with tension as his cold gaze met mine, his piercing eyes exuding a mix of surprise and intrigue. He knew that I had caught him off guard, sensing my presence long before I approached.

As the smoke cleared into the bright sky, I observed a faint smile tugging at the edges of Riddle's mouth. It was a facade, hiding complex feelings that lurked beneath the exterior.

And in a matter of seconds, he effortlessly straightened his posture, standing tall with his head held high, his expression devoid of any emotion. "I'm sorry?" he replied, his confusion evident in his furrowed brow. "My book, it was on my bed and now it's vanished," I asserted, narrowing my eyes and casting dark glares his way.

Yet, he remained unaffected and displayed no hint of acknowledgment. "Please, refrain from jesting, Miss Snape," he retorted, swiftly turning away to gaze at the expanse of the clear sky above. I had caught glimpses of his face illuminated by the moonlight before, how it gleamed with a certain ethereal quality. But now, under the sun's golden rays, his face looked different, his warm brown eyes glistening and framed by thick, long lashes. What are these foolish thoughts consuming my mind? I inwardly scolded myself for letting such distractions overtake me, promptly leaving the place in frustration.

As I descended the stairs I saw Draco going upstairs but he ignored me and moved past me as if I didn't even existed. Ignoring this mere existence I too descended down and went to my father's cabin. But as I was about to enter the cabin I saw Professor McGonagall talking to my father but just as they saw me they stopped talking. I gave a small nod to McGonagall in a show of respect. I've always adored her she's like a mother figure to me. Though I am not a good person I love her and care about her. Leaving then to continue their talking I went inside my father's cabin.

As I entered the cabin, Snape followed closely behind. I took the seat opposite his main chair, but it was clear that something was troubling him. I knew my father well, and I could sense the weight of his thoughts bearing down on him.

"Are you okay, Dad?" I asked, but he remained fixated on the high shelves of potions. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering him.

Frustration began to build inside me, and I stood up, my anger bubbling to the surface. "I'm not getting any training from that bastard," I said, my words laced with venom. "He's sick, and I hate him so much." My heart was racing, and my chest heaved up and down as I spoke.

Finally, Snape turned around, but his expression remained blank and monotonic. "You'll meet me at the Malfoy Manor today," he said, leaving me dumbfounded. Why would he want me to go to the Malfoy Manor?

I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. "No further questions," he said, cutting me off before I could protest.

As he left the cabin, I was left alone with my thoughts. The whole situation was a mystery to me, and I couldn't help but wonder what my dad had in store for me at the Malfoy Manor. My mind raced with thoughts, and I tried to make sense of it all, but nothing seemed to add up.