Alina Nightshade doesn't think much about James Potter. Only that he seems rather keen on being annoying.
James Potter thinks Alina Nightshade is a mystery all wrapped up in a very pretty girl. And he is keen on trying to be her friend.
James Potte...
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Alina stares at the necklace lying in the drawer of her desk. Its dark gleam offers no answers, only more questions.
It is tied to Tom Riddle—that much she knows. The Gaunt necklace, likely an heirloom of a cursed bloodline. But how is it tied to her?
If the castle has delivered it, then why? Why her, of all people?
Her thoughts circle back to her last vision of Riddle. Every encounter with him leaves her unraveling new threads of unease. There is a strange, almost haunting familiarity in the energy that clings to him.
She is certain she has never met him before.
Perhaps it is the dark magic steeped in his veins, buried in his very bones. The idea twists in her mind like a shadowy vine, refusing to let go.
Shaking the thought from her head, Alina forces herself to move. She rises from her desk, grabs her bag from the bed, and resolves to spend the day in Hogsmeade. A distraction is what she needs. A stack of new books, maybe even the special editions she's been eyeing.
Slipping out of her dorm with practiced ease, she crosses the common room and exits swiftly. Her outfit—a black skirt with tights and a buttoned black cardigan—matches the somber mood of her thoughts.
The dungeon halls are cold and echoing as she ascends toward the Great Hall. Sunlight spills through the tall windows, cutting bright paths across the stone floor as she reaches the wide doors. A lively hum of conversation greets her ears.
The Slytherin table comes into view, and as usual, Regulus is already seated. What is unusual, however, is the sight of Barty sitting beside him this early.
Sliding into the seat beside Barty, Alina shoots him a curious look. "Why are you here so early?"
Barty shrugs nonchalantly. "Couldn't sleep."
Alina narrows her eyes, studying him briefly before letting it go.
"Are you going to Hogsmeade?" Barty asks, turning his attention away from Regulus, who appears lost in thought.
"Yes. I want books," she replies simply, reaching for a pomegranate from the table.
Her gaze flicks toward the doors of the Great Hall, searching for Peter. Anxiety prickles at her as she recalls the full moon last night. Is he alright?
Peter isn't there yet. Her chest tightens, but she tears her eyes away, focusing instead on cutting open the pomegranate in her hand. The sharp scent fills the air as ruby seeds tumble loose.
A few minutes later, Peter finally appears, stepping into the hall looking pale and exhausted. He must have been up all night. Of course he has been.
"Morning," Alina greets Peter as he sits down across from her, her sharp eyes scanning his tired frame.
