shadows and blood ; wizarding world

𝐜. 𝐢𝐢𝐢

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  Shifting around, Odette squinted as light flooded into her vision. She yawned, realising her body was no longer crying out in pain. It seemed her muscles only held distant memories of their damage as only a slight ache lingered around her joints.

  Her relief was soon replaced with panic as she suddenly sat up, realising she was laying in an unfamiliar bedroom. Eyes darting around the space, ignoring the faded wallpaper and ancient chests of drawers, she searched for her wand, which was alarmingly nowhere to be found.

  The girl immediately leaped off the bed, scavenging around like a predator searching for her prey - she threw old books and sheets of paper off an antique desk, hoping for a glimpse of a dark wooden stick. When she was unsuccessful, Odette crouched down onto the plank floor, panting through her nerves. She threw her hand beneath the bed frame, begging to feel the slim shape of her wand. Her efforts were unavailing - the girl felt like crying.

  Cursing, she scurried to the door. She grabbed a silver handle which was intricately decorated with a small snake, and twisted it. When it did not unlock, Odette started to panic even more. She tried again, rattling it frustratingly, and the same discordant creak sounded, making her want to rip her own ears off.

  The girl turned, grabbing her scalp in trepidation. She was trapped in a completely mysterious room with no escape and no knowledge as to how she got there! With her wand, she perhaps could have destroyed the wall and fled, but without it, she was completely useless.

  Brows furrowed, she surveyed the room closer. It was essentially empty, bar the countless stacks of books scattered around. Nothing in there would help her escape. She was trapped.

  Unless...

  It was a stupid idea. She would definitely get hurt.

  But injuries were better than entrapment.

  Odette sighed, walking towards the window above the desk. Peering outside, she discovered she was within the upper levels of a townhouse. Opposite was a gated green park, and below, a concrete pavement.

  She swore, welcoming the certain injuries that would be sustained from the fall.

  Although, just before she lifted the window's latch, a low click slithered into earshot from behind. This was followed by a loud cry, signalling the door opening.

  Odette did not want to face her captor, so despite her instincts shouting at her, tempting her to turn around, she did not.

  She attempted to open the window.

  It did not budge.

  "I wouldn't recommend escaping through the window. It's quite a long fall and I've already healed enough of your wounds for one day."

  The girl darted around when a hoarse voice spoke, and was met with a peculiar sight.

  An evidently aged man stood in the now open doorframe. He had a white, wispy, long beard falling off of his chin, which cascaded atop an odd choice of a robe - green with small purple frogs embroidered into it. A purple pointy hat sat upon his head.

  Odette opted to stay silent, her hands trembling as she stared at the unusual man. He had been the one to heal her?

  "I do not mean to scare you", the man spoke whilst slowly approaching the girl. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of a school which teaches magical children, such as yourself."

  Odette frowned, thinking of the wizarding school her father had briefly mentioned to her before. He had told her she would never get the opportunity to go.