Enchantment ; Tom Riddle

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Themis Chevalier was considered silent by most people in Hogwarts.

Another nameless student, albeit one who was from a respectable family and donned sliver and emerald.

Only her dorm mates considered her silent and apathetic.

 They were perhaps the only ones that knew of her general disinterest in anything other than knowledge and often found themselves unnerved by it. 

Of course they still liked her, for they were Slytherins and while her family wasn't part of the Sacred 28, her immediate family was the third branch of the Chevalier family and had moved very recently from France, where the Chevaliers were part of the Vieux de Sang Pur, which translated to Old Pureblooded, and was a exclusive list of Pureblood families that were rich in history, and very often money, and that were, of course, pureblood.

Many pureblooded English families were apart of the sacred 28 and had some roots laid in France, like the Blacks and Rosiers, which of course was due to a half century leading up the the 6th century where the ministry was in shambles and many families fled to France, until Merlin took charge and mended the ministry and the Muggle monarchy together again. 

The Malfoys were another pureblood family with French roots, although they were a legitimate French family, one that had only migrated to England three generations prior, and they still kept French connections within the family line.

Themis Chevalier held respect among her Slytherin peers for her blood, something that was probably the least remarkable thing about her.

Her mind was nothing short of extraordinary, and was filled with hypotheses and theories and everything to prove her hypotheses and theories, all encased and guarded by an impenetrable wall of pure will. 

Her journal was an extension of her mind, also filled with hypotheses and theories and of course everything to prove it, all encased and guarded by an impenetrable wall of warding.

No one knew much from her but silence and the occasional scratch of a quill on parchment when she wrote in her book, and while it wasn't as if she was vehemently against talking to people, she just had no reason and no desire to.

This was why when Themis Chevalier asked her roommate Iris Rosier one night before going to bed about her knowledge on the Dark Arts with curious eyes and her head cocked slightly to the side, Iris was so surprised.

It was the first time Themis had every spoken to her directly or looked at her with such interest. The Chevaliers, while not considered a "dark" family were certainly neutral, and therefore Themis should naturally have the basis of knowledge on the dark arts on a general principle.

"Shouldn't you know a bit about it with your family being neutral?" Iris answered hesitantly, as while she was on generally good terms with her, the blunt tone she used unnerved her.

Themis had a way of sounding perfectly pureblooded yet threw all the rules of speech out the window. Subtleness was key, yet it simply wasn't a word in Themis' dictionary. She didn't see reason in editing her words on account of seeming more amicable or not hurting people feelings. She couldn't bother with such uninteresting things.

The corner of Themis' lip twitched and she looked at Iris with vague amusement as she slipped into her silk covers surrounded by dark wooden bed posts. Iris mirrored her action of getting into bed as she listened to her response.

" I suppose I should know about it. My father is very vain however and finds the effects of dark magic grotesque. I know the basics of course but I've never gotten my hands on a book that went more in depth on the ways to apply it or on some of the branches like blood magic, soul magic and rituals."

This made much more sense to Iris, but sadly she could not help Themis, as she only knew the basics herself. The Rosiers were certainly a dark family and she had access to a plethora of Dark Arts books accordingly but she had never been interested enough to read them, unlike her brother.

"I must confess I only know the basics as well. However you could ask my brother, for he know quite a lot about them." Iris said to Themis in a casual, offhanded tone.

Iris was always Themis' favourite roommate. She wasn't a loudmouthed idiot like Walburga Black, nor was she nosy like Poppy Parkinson. Themis did rather like the bookish Miriam Merrythought but she wasn't very good at holding conversation and had absolutely no knowledge nor interest in the dark arts being a half blood from a light family.

No, Iris was the best to ask for knowledge as she wouldn't be arrogant nor would she stick her nose in why you needed the information. The dark arts, while quite taboo in the other houses was as common as charms in Slytherin, yet it was an unspoken rule to mind your own business about it nonetheless.

However since Iris didn't know, and Miriam wouldn't know, and Themis would rather eat her wand hand than ask Walburga or Poppy, she decided that Evan Rosier would be the best person to ask.

Evan Rosier was a well humorous person from what she could tell and was the spitting image of his twin sister Iris. The same curly black hair, brown skin and high cheekbones as his sister, yet where her eyes were a shocking violet his were a deep dark blue. He was friends with Orion Black, Abraxas Malfoy, Cantankerus Nott and Tom Riddle, although the group seemed to be lead by Tom Riddle.

Themis decided that she would catch Rosier in the common room in the morning, and ask him the question weighing on her mind then.

What she was trying to achieve was a spell she would never likely cast, yet had been weighing on her mind for sometime. 

Just the possibility of it positively thrilled her. 

What if she was able to make a spell that mirrored dementors? 

It required heavy soul magic, she knew that much, but the possibilities of rituals that could be amplified by a soul was endless. 

She knew that using the spell would probably be morally wrong but the thought of studying the power of a soul was enticing. And really, the kiss of a dementor was a real punishment for criminals. Using a spell to steal a soul from criminals and study it was a much more productive and less riskier way to punish them. 

But she needed more information on soul magic and perhaps dementors. 

She had written up a rough spell diagram, which was a mix of arithmetic and ancient runes that got simplified to movements as the spell got more refined, and had picked out words in Latin that had to do with stealing and souls, Anima Furatur, but she didn't know what language suited soul magic the best, and she didn't know what a soul was in its most tangible form, something that was essential.

Her fingers buzzed along with her head as it raced through possibilities.

Evan Rosier.

She indeed would find him tomorrow.