THE KNIVES EDGE | M R ✔︎

ELEVEN ⁂ WRATH

I'm not sure why Mattheo thought I was that dumb.

A Riddle and a Wrath? The world would end.

It would create such havoc that neither of us would be able to walk away from.

Then again, I've always chased the danger.

It's the week before winter break and the Snowfall Festival is coming up. Classes ended yesterday, giving students the chance to get ready for the annual ball Hogwarts has. Hayden's going with Fred Weasley, Gryphon's going with Nathan, Mona's going with Spencer, Annabella's going with Dean, Gracie's going with Theo, Harry's going with Ginny, Hermione's going with Ron, Kaeda's going with George, Regulus is going with Katie Bell, and I have yet to find a date.

And so, that is my goal for today.

To find a date for the ball.

I push some auburn hair from my face, re-crossing my legs. In the past twenty minutes, I've learned that the library is not the best place to search for a date. The infamous Riddle brothers sit at a table just two away from my own, speaking in hushed voices.

I continue to thumb through Frankenstein, my eyes skimming through the paragraphs I've read dozens of times. Only this time, there's small scribbles in the margins. I tilt my head, squinting slightly to see the words better.

oh, darling,
you are strong enough
for this world
and everything it throws at you
-M

I furrow my eyebrows and drag my fingers across the lines of poetry, my lips tugging up at the corners.

Poetry is the emotions your feeling put into words. It's the art of understanding the mind and heart in one moment.

Flipping the page, I find another.

And though
you may crack and break,
remember that you
can crack and break them too.
-M

I snap the book shut, earning the attention of the Riddle brothers for just a moment, before marching off with my goal in mind. It's time for me to find a person to dance with.

I make my way to the great hall, the chatter rising through the halls before I even reach the entrance. Inside, I spot dozens of students, all whispering about the latest gossip or their dates to the ball.

I move towards the Ravenclaw table, sitting down beside Luna Lovegood, a blonde girl a year younger than me.

"Have you found a date to the ball yet?" She asks airily, eyes seeing but distant.

"No, Luna." I answer, dropping my chin to my hand.

"I'm going with Neville." She smiles, leaning her head on the table.

I nod, happy for her. I sigh.

"Why don't you ask Harry and Ginny if you can tag along?" She questions, looking up at me through her lashes.

I shake my head, my gaze landing on a few Slytherins as they enter the great hall. "Luna, I'll be right back."

I practically jump from my seat and run to the group of Slytherins, Spencer amongst them. I fling myself around him, my arms wrapping over his shoulders.

"Novaline." He scolds, catching my thighs and giving me a piggyback ride towards the Slytherin table.

I ruffle his hair as he sets me down on the bench beside him and Enzo. I lean my head against Enzo's shoulder and he smiles down at me, scooping some pancakes onto his plate.