Halloween, a holiday known for its spookiness, had lived up to its reputation for one Ravenclaw schoolboy who gunned through the corridors like he was being pursued by a dragon.
It might as well have been a dragon. Abraxas, hot on his heels, practically breathed fire. "Come back here, Diggory! You got me detention!"
The clash between the imposter and the real deal had you running after them with your self-made pixie wings flapping on your back. Will really should have been in Gryffindor. He was brave for making fun of Abraxas (we don't talk about smart). And as a cherry on top of the revenge-flavored cake, Abraxas was also reprimanded by Headmaster Dippet himself for calling Will a mudblood.
These were just two of the reasons why the composed Slytherin prince had morphed into a raging inferno, and it was both terrifying and side-splittingly amusing to see.
Your legs tried to keep pace, but your laughter ruined your flight, and you lost sight of them within seconds. Your cheeks ached from seeing Abraxas lose his cool this badly.
Poor Will's fate, as of right now, was unknown.
You didn't think anything overly bad would happen, but the ceiling rumbling above your head with the power of a mini earthquake suddenly made you not so sure. Maybe one of them had stumbled. At that visualization, your smile dropped. They should not take things too far.
Your priorities changed from trying to find Will to trying to find a prefect or a teacher as a means to stop any potential fights from happening. As you scoured the corridors, looking for authority figures in the sea costumes and elaborate decorations, witches, wizards, ghosts, and ghouls paraded through the halls, each of their outfits extremely creative.
There were students decked out as giant pumpkins, skipping back and forth with jolliness. A group of twins had transfigured themselves into living, breathing broomsticks, zooming around the corridors while laughing hysterically. And who could forget about the trio of Hufflepuffs masquerading as a tower of chocolate frogs, hopping around?
As urgent as you were to locate Will or the teachers, you got lost in the spookiness. The ghostly residents took it upon themselves to scare the students and did a bloody good job at it. No really, the Bloody Baron was flying behind the three Hufflepuffs in all of his menacing, chain bound glory.
They were far more engaging with the students now than at any other time of the year, but you couldn't let yourself get distracted.
Maybe the classrooms were a good starting point? To the teacher's wing you went!
The Transfigurations classroom was vacant. No professor McGonagall around, so you would have to keep looking. For ten more minutes you searched for anyone that could help you until you remembered why you couldn't find anyone.
It was dinner time! Everyone was at eating at the Great Hall!
As you headed back, a small hand, belonging to a tiny girl, grabbed onto the fabric your sleeve. She was pale, so pale, beyond terrified.
"M- M- M-!" She choked and stuttered, but couldn't even vocalize her fear properly.
What was wrong with her? What did she want? Your questions only multiplied when the girl kept yanking at your arm.
"Are you lost?" You asked as sweetly as possible, trying not to scare her more than she already was. "Do you need help getting back?"
Her teeth clattered as she shook her head, no. With her tiny fingers grabbing both sides of your hand, she pulled and pulled, and then her intent was clear-she wanted you to come with her.
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Hogwarts: a school of Witchcraft and Love (Tom Marvolo Riddle x F!reader)
Fanfiction"Years ago, I met a boy who made all the wrong choices." As orphans, you and Tom Riddle have more in common than having no parental figures in your lives. One day, it turns out that you, too, can use magic, and it changes everything. For better or f...
