In third-year halls, their paths first crossed,
A Raven boy, a Blonde girl lost.
"Stay out of my way," she warned with a glare,
But something lingered in the frosty air.
Crimson with his scar and fame,
Emerald with her secrets untamed.
Two worlds ap...
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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.
