𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔 ~ 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 (𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤)

~ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡 ~

𓅓

Beatrice stared down at the yellow envelope, debating whether or not she should open it. Is it safe? Can they track me if I open this? Would it be stupid? All these things were thoughts running through her mind, but she knew that her curiosity would overtake her, so she cut to the chase, and grabbed the knife from the table.

She was always taught that you never open a wax sealed letter with your hands, in fear of ripping a possibly valuable piece of information. Going by her upbringing, she gently slid the knife under the shimmering green of the wax, and scraped it perfectly from the rough paper.

She almost didn't want to open it. What if it was from the Dark Lord? she thought once more, but she's always had a dangerously curious personality, even though she was a Ravenclaw, and she couldn't resist the temptation of the letter.

She placed her thumb and forefinger on either side of the opening, and moved her wrist. With those same fingers, she moved her hand down to the piece of paper that lay inside, her bracelet jingling slightly, and withdrew it from its wrap. The paper was white and brand new, no parchment or ink. They must have used a typewriter, she thought. But how would any wizard know of a typewriter without the help of a muggle? She turned over the letter, it felt like she was moving in slow motion, even though she was carrying on her business at a completely natural pace. Flipping the top and bottom of the page open, she peeked down to inspect the writing, feeling a looming sense of unease.

𓀡

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔,

𝚆𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜.

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚢? 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚏 (𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛) 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝟽 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

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Beatrice scanned the unorganized letters and format of the letter, in search of a signature or just any name in general, not yet processing the information that was packed into the words of this letter.

Just as soon as she finished scanning the paper for a sign, even a resemblance of a name, the contents of the letter dawned on her.

Her father was a Death Eater.