❛ 𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗔 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 ❜
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in which mavis black was known all around hogwarts, but mostly for her name. after losing both her parents on one fateful night, she has many questions about who she is and i...
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FINE LINE - QUIDDITCH TRIALS
Mavis stared at Draco in shock, her eyes widening in pure disbelief. She could feel the colour draining from her face, her stomach twisting with disbelief. But Draco's expression was steely, his lips pressed into a tight, grim line.
The usual smugness had vanished from Draco's face, replaced by something darker, something resolute. Mavis swallowed hard, trying to ignore the bile rising in her throat. Mavis' world felt like it was slipintering, her heartbeat thundering in her ears as she stared at Draco.
She could hardly breathe, the words Draco had just told her were pressing down on her chest, constricting her lungs, making the air feel thick and suffocating. It felt wrong just to think of the words. She wanted to shove them away, to pretend she'd never heard them, but they rang in her mind, a sinister refrain that refused to fade.
"You've got to be joking," Mavis murmured, barely able to get the words out.
"You think I'd make this up?" Draco hissed, voice was tight, hollow, stripped of its usual bravado. There was nothing arrogant in his tone now, just a bitterness that felt too raw to be anything but real.
Mavis swallowed, her throat dry. "You're... actually going along with it? No second thoughts?" She tried to keep her voice steady, but there was a quiet plea in it, a hope she could barely voice.
Draco gave a short, mirthless laugh, his expression twisted with resentment. "Second thoughts?" he spat, each word dripping with contempt. "What choice do I have, Black? What choice do either of us have?"
The words hit her like a punch. She felt her stomach twist, her mouth going dry. He's right, she realised, dread blooming in her chest. They were both trapped. Mavis, with the expectation from both Dumbledore and Voldemort, and Draco, with the iron weight of his family's expectations crushing down on him.
"What's your part in this?" Mavis managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body felt cold, as though each word she spoke pulled her further away from any sense of safety.
Draco hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck. When he finally looked back up, his face was a grim mask. "The Vanishing Cabinet," he said, his voice quiet, like he was trying not to let the truth touch him. "In the Room of Requirement. I'm supposed to fix it."
Mavis' eyebrows knit in confusion, "A vanishing cabinet? Why?"
"To create a passageway, you idiot," Draco snapped, though his voice was laced more with frustration than true malice. "One that connects with its twin in Borgin and Burkes. When it's fixed, it'll bring them in."
Draco spoke with a strange detachment, as though explaining the mechanics might keep him from facing the weight of it. The reality of it sank into his own voice as he spoke, and for a moment, his mask slipped, revealing the fear he'd been trying to hide.
