𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 (ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ)

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After the encounter with Malfoy, she couldn't help but notice his persistence appearance every now and then. Whether him striking up a small conversation regarding nonsense, or straight up being flirtatious. No matter, she continued to ignore his advances, confused with the acknowledgment she was receiving from him.

Sometimes, she'd notice Riddle standing nearby, looking as if his mind was elsewhere, when in reality, he was listening closely into their shared conversations intently, always scolding Malfoy after every failed attempt of trying to get on her good side.

It has been a week since term started, as she was now currently silently walking through the quiet rows and rows of books stacked on the shelves in the school's library.

As she moved through each rows of bookshelves, she finally stumbled across a book in which piqued her interest, the title reading; Death Omens. She pulled the book out of its spot, scanning over the cover and back before heading towards a secluded spot in the library, hoping to read the book in silence without being interrupted.

As she settled down, she began to read the first page, regarding the book's contents. Just then, a presence made its appearance before her, causing her to look up.

She half anticipated it to be Malfoy, but was nonetheless surprised to see none other than her roommate.

"Hi!" She said enthusiastically, her eyes bright with joy, her smile as bright as her eyes.

Nyx blinked, looking back at her book and back up at the girl standing opposite of her, she let out a small sigh. Closing the book and shifting her attention back at the overjoyed girl, she spoke.

"Hello?" Without wasting a second, her roommate she had never gotten the name of slipped into the seat opposing hers, folding her arms before her whilst leaning in.

"Is that a book of death omens you're reading?" She inquired curiously, her head slightly tilting to get a better look at the front cover.

"Yes, it is," she replied shortly.

"I love divination— especially things for telling a dreadful outcome. It's quite fascinating, if I do say so myself. Are you enjoying it?" She was practically bouncing in her seat as she observed Nyx's reaction.

"Uhm... I had just started reading it. The topic simply intrigued me so I decided to give it a shot," she gave an awkward smile. For someone she had slept in the same room with for the past five years, she must say, she's never knew the girl to be so awkwardly social and energetic.

Her eyes sparkled before it quickly seemed to have snapped to realisation. Before Nyx could question anything further, the girl opposite of her spoke.

"I'm sorry, my outburst must've been sudden— I'm Abigail, by the way. Abigail Feathers, your roommate, in case you've never noticed me," she gave her a meekly smile while holding out a hand for her to shake.

Nyx stared at the hand for a long moment before taking it, Abigail's other hand quickly grasping onto hers and violently shaking it. Once she loosened her grip, she gave an awkward smile and went into introducing herself, but quickly getting cutoff by Abigail letting out a small laugh.

"No need for introductions, silly. I know everyone here in this school. I just saw the chance to get acquainted with you, since— we've never interacted before— like barely. So I just thought, maybe I'd strike up a conversation so we can become friends!" She grinned, whilst silence fell over them.

She let out a nervous laugh before quickly standing up from her chair. "It was a nice talk, Feathers, but I think I forgot something in my dorm— I better go and retrieve it," she tried, overwhelmed and suspicious of the exchange between her and the blonde.

"I'll come with you!" She happily declared, rising up from her seat to come along.

"No- I mean- it's fine— really. You can have the book as well, actually," with that, she quickly turned on her heels and fled from the other girl, finding herself in an empty corridor.

She recollected her thoughts, piecing bits one by one together.

First, Malfoy wanted to be friends with her. Now, Abigail wanted to as well. Sure, it could be a coincidence, but she thought not.

Are Malfoy and Abigail working together? Unlikely. The twos' personalities seemed unfitting, with Malfoy's egoistic self and Abigail's optimistic one, it seemed rather conflicting.

But then, it led to the question— what could they possibly want with her?

For Malfoy, definitely not genuine friendship. After all, he was known for choosing the most elite presence to be mixed with. She was nobody special, unless you counted the fact that her father was Death, then definitely. But Malfoy couldn't have known that— right?

Whilst she had never uttered a word of her true heritage to anyone before, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease within her.

She knew the Wizarding Worlds' cravings for power— which even though she had never yet displayed, knew in which she must have, whether small amounts of or large amounts of power. And with pure-bloods, power is their top one priority other than hating on muggleborns and muggles. So most likely, if Malfoy had learned of her heritage, it'd be power he— or Riddle, was seeking from her.

But then there was Abigail, someone who looked as innocent as a lamb, an extrovert who wanted to peel her shell bit by bit, wanting to soften her up and get Nyx to grow accustomed to.

But yet again, the question as to; 'why now?' rang in her mind. Abigail had her chance to befriend her for five years, but chose now, after all this time.

Had she been unapproachable? Had she been invisible to other onlookers' eyes? Or had she merely been another person revolving around Abigail's life that she didn't consider to get to know? Nyx couldn't be sure.

Either way, the turn of events were suspicious, her paranoid self always on edge when something out of the ordinary takes place.

For now, Nyx was going to keep a close eye on everything around her, observing Malfoy's demeanour, Abigail's expressions, and altogether, everything.

She was not going to fall victim to any of their games.