𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈

OBLIVIATE 

  Pansy looked down at her unconscious roommate's body, she felt an indescribable feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach. 

She knew she had betrayed Isabel yet she couldn't change a thing. She wondered how the Riddle brothers knew she figured out where they were.Her wand was placed back in her pocket and she gave Blaise an uncomfortable nod. 

 "Now what?" Pansy asked as she watched him pick up Isabel's body, 

"Now we take her back," he replied, not looking her in the eye, he walked behind her making sure to be quiet. After all, this was not a good situation to be caught in. 

They made their way back to the common room and waited for the rest to come back too.Blaise couldn't help but feel sorry for Pansy, he knew that she had taken a liking to the girl and that they had become fast friends. 

"All of you back to your rooms, now," Tom demanded as he strolled inside, his brother closely behind, "No one is to speak a word of this to each other or to the girl,"The friends looked to one another and left reluctantly, 

"That includes you Parkinson," Mattheo added, raising his eyebrow at Pansy, she had lingered a short while, hoping to see her wake up. 

She wished for a sense of relief as she did not like the idea of leaving the poor girl alone with the two brothers.Alas, she left but made sure to not close her door fully so she could hear if anything went wrong. It was the least she could do, after all, it was herself casting the spell on the poor girl. She knew it was wrong yet she couldn't not do it. 

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 The Riddles looked down on her sleeping body, they knew what they needed to do when she woke up. They did not feel any remorse for the guilt Pansy had received upon doing this.

"Do you think the others will question how we knew where she was?" Mattheo finally asked, breaking the silence, Tom shook his head curtly,

"Even if they do, they are not entitled to an answer, Mattheo," he hummed in response, now all they had to do was wait for Izzy to come too. 

"I assume you will do the honours of casting the obliviating charm dear brother?" Tom narrowed his eyes at his brother's sarcasm, 

"I shall, after all I am much more skilled in wandless magic, dear brother," Now it was Mattheo's turn to narrow his eyes, the pair sat in an odd silence as they watched the clock on the wall tick away. 

The common room was dark and cold, they didn't want to risk lighting a candle. A couple minutes had passed by when they heard the faint groan coming from the sleeping girl, she moved her hand to her face to rub her eyes, she got up slowly, still not all there, and not seeing the two boys sat across. 

"Fuck," she mumbled quietly, her eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out where she was, that's when she saw their dark silhouettes sat ominously in front of her. "Fuck," she spoke once more, this time more clear. 

 "Such coarse words from a lady," Tom tutted, "How is your head?" 

"What? What do you mean how's my head? What on earth are you two playing at?" She exclaimed, she got up from the couch a bit dazed, 

"Careful now, wouldn't want you to have another accident," Mattheo smirked, 

"What did you both do," she said sternly, her eyes narrowing at the pair, 

"What did we do? I think you'll find you were the one spying on a private conversation Izzy," Mattheo replied, his smirk dropping. He stood up and strode towards the girl. "Young girls should be taught to do as they're told, to not stick their noses in things that do not concern them."