He was darkness.
He was death.
He was pain.
He was suffering.
He was a mystery. One she intended to solve.
"You wouldn't kill me, Tom." "Avada Kedavra!"
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Arriving early, Arabella collected her book out of the dusty cupboard and set herself down on one of the tables in the middle of the room. Double potions with the Ravenclaws was never one of her favourite subjects but Arabella had shown a strength for the art of potion brewing and Professor Slughorn adored her so she listened politely and was grateful that it wasn't a double period with Gryffindor. Besides, the classroom was situated in her most comfertable area of the castle. The potions classroom was traditionally in the depths of the Hogwarts castle, dark and quiet it was the perfect place to keep ingredients and cauldrons. The dungeons were, unlike popular belief, warm and stuffy thanks to the flickering flames on the walls and no windows for the warmth to escape from. Sure, Arabella knew that some places in the dungeons were cold and damp but they were the dark corners where ghosts lurked and where Peeves slept. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Arabella flipped through the pages absentmindedly, glancing at the potions and cocktails she would be creating this year when one caught her attention.
Advanced Love Potion Not suitable for beginners Brew with absolute caution
Arabella felt her heart clench and snapped the book shut, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Her stomach clenched like she was falling from a broom. She thought she would vomit.
"Good morning, Miss Caerwyn," Horace Slughorn said, pushing the door open. He straightened his robes and walked briskly into the classroom, towards his desk. Arabella jumped, her heart speeding up.
"Merlin, Professor!" Arabella spluttered, holding a hand to her chest. Then she smiled graciously to her favourite professor who was looking at her rather curiously, wondering why she was so jumpy. But Horace dismissed it, letting it all fall down to fatigue since it was still the morning. "Morning, sir," Arabella replied finally and reopened her book carefully on a different page. At that moment, the door to the dungeon classroom swung open and six students walked in, Jaelyn one of them. "Jaelyn!" Arabella waved the blonde Slytherin over. Now over her petty annoyance, Jaelyn smiled and made her way over and sat down next to Arabella, letting her Potions fall on the table with a thud.
"Hey Bels!" Jaelyn said then glanced at the blackboard where a chalk was writing instructions on it's own, charmed by Slughorn so he could arrange papers while everyone else wandered into the class and settled down at a desk. Jaelyn groaned, letting her head fall on the wooden table. "I hate the draught of the living death," she said, feeling the boredom begin to make it's way into her head.
Arabella turned around curiously and saw the chalk break itself in half and fall to the ground, it's job finished. Written on the board were the instructions on how to make the difficult potion, usually reserved for NEWT students. She looked back at Jaelyn, grinning. "Go get the ingredients."
