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𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖝𝖛
salazar slytherin's stables
Three weeks.
In other words, it had been twenty-one days since the official start of term or Lyra's sixth year at Hogwarts. Quite possibly, it was also the start of her end.
Her friends were becoming more and more insufferable to be around by the second, to start of with. Alecto and Amycus had declared themselves to be in some sort of cold war over Antonin Dolohov, egged on by Avery. Mulciber and Wilkes had taken a turn for the worse, disappearing at all sorts of odd times with the excuse of a ❛surprise❜. Lyra had gone back to being invisible in Regulus' eyes, who spent all his free time conversing in hushed whispers with Evan and Barty.
The teachers were cracking down, too. Scrolls of parchment piled up high on the brunette's desk and it seemed as though every waking second of her existence was either spent in class, completing homework, or studying for some sort of stupid exam that the professors insisted upon.
Then, there was Sirius Black.
They were yet to arrange and time and place for their tutoring, and the Lestrange girl intended to keep it that way for as long as possible. She didn't know what the late night meetings with just them two would entail, and frankly, she wasn't interested in finding out.
Lyra couldn't help the effect he had on her. It was stupid, and it was irritating — what kind of girl fawned over the flash of a pearly-white smile? Unfortunately, she did; the thought made her ill. Her head ached and pounded at the sound of his deep drawl, and her beating heart fell to the fiery pits of her stomach whenever he so much as glanced her way.
