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| enemies to lovers | dagger to throat | morally grey oc | slow-burn | dark themes | gore | violence | toxicity | corruption arc | golden era | mythology references | dark fantasy | 18+
Ariadne smirked at him, staring at b...
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊
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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 a river. The current was carrying her as Ariadne's sixth year started to end. Months have been cascaded into one another, feeling like every day that passed by was shorter than the one before. Her journey through the last few months of her sixth year was marked by the steady rhythm of turning pages, the soft scratching of quill against paper, and anxious tapping of her foot.
The library had served as some sort of sanctuary, for she had chosen a table as secluded as possible from anyone else. The assassin was exhausted, every day seemed like a repeat of the information she had to study for the upcoming N.E.W.T.s.
She shut down her book, sighing loudly as she rubbed at her temples. This was better than running into Riddle or anyone else. Ariadne didn't know what to make of her situation, it was confusing her. She'd never felt this way before and she was sure Tom either since both of their solutions were also drowning themselves in schoolwork although Ariadne didn't know if he was up to something like the schemer he was.
