❝ I'm sorry you were not truly loved and that made you cruel ❞ Unknown
Celeste Baker just wanted her home and family to be safe and if that meant travelling back in time to stop it all, she would.
However, she wasn't prepared to be thrown into a gam...
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𝕿he letter burned a hole in the desk ahead of her as Celeste looked over at it again. Humming to herself, she folded it up and placed it into her bag, swinging that over her shoulder as she headed out of her dorm and to where the letter had detailed she needed to go.
"Where are you off to?" Celeste paused, looking over her shoulder. Riddle was watching her, placing his book down to watch her cautiously. He looked a little more casual, though that was hardly possible in truth. His hair was a little more mussed, as if he continuously ran his hands through it, but Celeste merely hummed.
"I've got a meeting." Celeste shrugged, before turning her back on him. "I shall see you in the morning, Riddle."
He hummed, eyes kept on her back before Celeste walked away. She knew he was trying to work out who she had to see at this late hour, but Celeste would not tell him.
The trip through the halls of the castle was quiet, with no one being around in the evening. Everyone was taking the time with limited assignments to relax before they had to start properly preparing for their summer exams. Celeste followed the familiar route to her Transfiguration classroom, entering and heading up to Dumbledore's office that was situated at the back.
"Sir, it's Celeste." Celeste knocked on the door, huffing as she looked around the empty Transfiguration classroom. Moonlight illuminated the desks, though Celeste knew that in a matter of moments, as soon as the bell tolled seven p.m, the black out curtains would come up and they would be shut off from the outside world once more.
"Miss Baker." Dumbledore opened the door, allowing Celeste in as the girl hummed. She followed him through the door, slinging her bag over the back of the chair and sinking down into it. "Tea?"
"No. Thank you." Celeste narrowed her eyes, before drumming her nails across the top of her knee. "You wished to see me? That is what the letter said."
"You decoded it? I am a bit of a lover for puzzles you see and I did not know if anyone would attempt to intercept it." Dumbledore rambled on for a moment, as Celeste listened for key words, but otherwise ignored him.
She looked around the room as best as her peripheral vision would allow, finding that the walls were filled with books and other oddities that she did not know the name of. There was a cabinet of curiosities, of silvery liquid and other strange things.
"A pensieve." Celeste paused, turning back to Dumbledore. "The liquid, memories. A pensieve is used-"
"I know what a pensieve is." Celeste cut him off. "I did not know you had one."
"I do not. The headmaster does though and on select occasions, allows us to view memories should they be important to oneself." Dumbledore explained. "In fact, it is one of those very memories that gave me the idea to call you."
