Rebirth of Lady Morgana

The discussion

A short while later, precisely at 7 p.m., a sharp, deliberate knock reverberated through the grand hall of Morgana’s sanctuary. Morgana, attuned to the rhythm of time and expectation, rose gracefully from her seat, her movements a fluid blend of elegance and purpose. The sanctuary was a place of profound magic and personal significance, filled with artifacts and enchantments that spoke of her unique heritage. She approached the door, her expression a serene mask of anticipation and warmth.

Upon opening the door, she found Quirrell standing in the hallway, his demeanor calm yet slightly apprehensive. Behind his eyes, Tom Riddle’s presence was unmistakable. The Dark Lord’s essence, masked behind Quirrell’s trembling form, radiated a chilling aura of faux cold precision, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting environment of Morgana’s sanctuary.

“Good evening, Tom,” Morgana greeted, her voice steady and polite. “Please, come in.”

Tom’s gaze swept the room with a meticulous, almost predatory curiosity. The sanctuary, with its ancient tapestries and soft, ambient light, seemed to captivate him. The walls were lined with intricate tapestries depicting magical creatures and legendary figures, their designs shimmering softly in the dim light. Shelves held ancient tomes and curious artifacts, each item a testament to Morgana’s rich magical heritage. The air was filled with the faint hum of enchantments, creating an ambiance of both comfort and mystery.

“This room,” Tom began, his tone reflecting genuine intrigue, “is quite extraordinary. I must admit, I’m curious about its origins. What is its significance?”

Morgana’s eyes softened with a touch of nostalgia as she stepped further into the room, gesturing for Tom to follow. Her movements were fluid, and her gaze seemed distant as she reflected on the room’s history. “This room was created for me by Salazar Slytherin. It holds great personal significance, as it reflects his influence and the bond we shared. It’s a sanctuary of sorts—a place where I can both reflect and find solace.”

Tom’s eyes sharpened with interest. “So this is a room from Salazar himself. I see. Are there more rooms of this nature?”

“Yes,” Morgana replied, her tone carrying a hint of pride. She walked to a nearby table, where a delicate, ancient-looking key rested on a velvet cushion. “I have yet to discover and explore three more rooms, each one left for me by the other Founders. Each of these rooms was crafted with its own unique enchantments and purposes, reflecting their individual legacies and teachings.”

Tom’s eyes flickered with a mix of admiration and curiosity. “Four rooms, each imbued with the essence of the Founders. It must be quite an experience to know you can explore them. I assume they hold personal significance for you?”

Morgana nodded, her gaze drifting over the room with a sense of reverence. “Indeed. Each room represents a facet of the Founders’ influence on my life. Salazar’s room, for instance, serves as a personal sanctuary—a place of reflection. The other rooms will be imbued with the legacies of Godric, Rowena, and Helga. They hold lessons and memories that are integral to my understanding of my past and my role in the present.”

Tom’s gaze lingered on Morgana with a mixture of intrigue and subtle calculation. “I can see why such spaces would be important to you. Speaking of connections, our own bond is something I find quite fascinating.”

Morgana’s expression grew thoughtful. “Our bond indeed seems significant. It appears to be a connection that transcends simple association. It’s one that will deepen over time, reflecting a relationship that is both personal and profound.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of curiosity in their depths. “I’d like to understand more about this bond. How does it affect us, and what does it mean for our interactions?”