Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 26

TW : Kill*ng

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CHAPTER 26 -  The Reveal

"Hold me , like the night holds the moon in its arms"

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"Sit, Ms. Azura," he kindly gestured as he settled at the other end of the table.

Azura stared at the seat for a moment before finally taking her place. Before the headmaster began speaking, she already knew the reason for her summons.

"To begin, my dear, I extend my apologies for the loss of your wonderful friend," his voice softened as he completed the sentence. 

Tears glistened in Azura's eyes, and she avoided looking at the headmaster. "I understand it's not easy to bear such burdens," he continued, inhaling for a moment. "Lorenzo was an exceptional student, the brightest I have ever seen. He had pure dreams that could light up any darkness." Dumbledore smiled weakly.

Feyre's eyes shot up, locking onto the headmaster for the first time since she entered. Dumbledore noticed the dark bags under her eyes, and Azura appeared noticeably thinner.

Deep down, Feyre knew Dumbledore wouldn't care much about the situation. He had never favored Slytherins. Slytherins were consistently framed as evil, and evil rarely received assistance. For once, she wished she hadn't been sorted into Slytherin. Perhaps she and Lorenzo would be far happier in another house.

"To add, your N.E.W.T.S. are approaching," Dumbledore stated, flicking his hand to make a parchment appear on the table. Azura's lifeless eyes traced the outlines of the parchment—grades of conduct.

Since her absence in class did not warrant any grade, every subject received the lowest tier—troll. She frowned slightly. She recalled the days when she used to be a top scorer, her parchment always adorned with 'Outstanding'. Now, she was nothing more than a flunk.

"You used to be a top scorer, Azura," he nodded. "I would often find myself proud, always seeing your name among the top scorers. The Rank 1 of highest scorers, competing with you or Hermione Granger, as I recall." He chuckled.

A small smile curved her lips as she reminisced about the times when she took her studies seriously. Despite physical pain, she had strived to be the best.

"Shall I be honest with you, Azura?" he smiled warmly. She blinked in response.

"You are by far the most talented pupil I have ever seen," he said, fiddling with his wand. "You not only possess intelligence but also a power I have not witnessed before."

Feyre squinted, sitting in confusion. These past few months, she was the complete opposite of what Dumbledore had described. She felt like she was rotting from the inside out. If the man in front of her wasn't the greatest wizard of the hall, she would have thought he was joking.

"Are you going to tell her any sooner, or shall I?" Feyre heard a slow, grumpy voice from the back, halting as Professor Snape stood by Feyre's side. She flinched as the professor, who had requested her appearance multiple times during her disappearance, appeared.

"Tell me what? Am I going to be expelled, Professor?" Feyre croaked, thinking her disappearance might lead to expulsion.

"No, of course not, Azura," Dumbledore reassured. He glanced at Snape, his gaze cold. "Now is not the time, Severus," he warned.