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EVELINA MOREAU HAS ALWAYS sensed a darkness behind enigma tom riddle's mask, a malice that she admires. seemingly the perfect girl, life has been fairly easy for her. now that she's been re-sorted into slytherin, evelina knows what...
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07 |episkey
episkey
spell; heals relatively minor injuries
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WHEN EVELINA AWOKE, GASPING THE FIRST THOUGHT that flew across her mind was confused. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know what had happened, and she didn't know why her head was pounding. Evelina hated not knowing. It made her feel scared.
A glaringly bright white ceiling startled her as she sat up, the metallic clink of potions' bottles surrounding her. Her breathing deepened, and the pain in her chest dulled when she realised where she was. What happened?
Arden's face came into view, a worry line etched into her forehead. "Are you okay? Where does it hurt? I'm sorry! I just-"
Evelina shook her head, placing her hand on Arden's shoulder in reassurance. "It's alright. My chest hurts a little, but... mostly, I'm confused. What the hell happened to me?"
Arden looked up. "You don't remember?"
"No, my head feels fuzzy when I try to think about it."
"Ms. Figgenblott," Arden called. "Evelina doesn't remember what happened. Is that worrying?"
"No; with the force of that curse, it's normal. Ms. Moreau," She said, turning to Evelina. "You were hit with a sectumsempra when you ran into the middle of an advanced duelling session."
"Alright, I suppose." Evelina's brows raised in curiosity. It didn't sound like something she would do.
When Ms. Figgenblott had walked away to tend to another student, Evelina asked Arden about it. "Hey, Mor, why does that story seem really unlikely?"
"Because it's not true," Arden sighed. "I'll tell you later."
"Okay, I guess. When do I get out of here?" She asked, leaning on her elbows. A wince escaped her as her ribs brushed each other in a way that made pain bloom in the area. A knowing glance from Arden and she lay back down.
