•Chapter Thirty-Two•

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Aria woke up long before dawn, the familiar sense of unease gnawing at her mind

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Aria woke up long before dawn, the familiar sense of unease gnawing at her mind. She'd slept fitfully, the weight of everything—Voldemort's return, the blood quill, her strained friendships—pressing down on her chest. The cool air of the early morning filled the dormitory, and for a moment, she lay still, listening to the soft breathing of her sleeping roommates.

But she couldn't lie there any longer. The thoughts swirling in her head wouldn't let her rest. She needed to do something.

Sirius.

She hadn't written to him since summer, and now that she was back at Hogwarts, things had only grown more complicated. Umbridge. Detention. Her hand throbbed with a dull ache at the memory of the blood quill's sharp strokes, but she pushed it aside. Sirius needed to know what was going on—but carefully, without giving away too much. There was no telling who might intercept the letter.

Aria slipped out of bed as quietly as she could, her feet barely making a sound on the cold stone floor. She quickly grabbed her wand from her bedside table, using its soft light to guide her as she pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from her trunk.

Sitting at her small desk, she dipped the quill into ink, pausing for a moment as she thought of how best to word her letter. She needed to be vague—coded, even—but still let Sirius know she was okay... sort of. She smiled a little as she remembered what Sirius asked her to address him as while writing letters.

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓃𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈, 

 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃... 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁. 

𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀 - 𝐼 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽. 

 𝒲𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌. 

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