✓ 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕬𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚 : 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞

𝖛𝖎 : 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖆

I immediately stand up, taking the letter to my dorm where I can read it alone. I rip open the envelope to see the parchment has been enchanted to conceal the writing.

L̵̢̡͚̥͈̠͎̟̜̼̑̍̇̀́̿̀̈́̓͘ḯ̷̩͖̞̭̃̄̾l̵̨̨̟͕̠̩̙̟̿̀͋ȧ̸͕͗͆ ̶̭̳͔̲̗̹̙̀̀͜͠Î̴͉̉͊́̃̈́͒͛̉'̴̝̖̫́͑̉̆͂̒͑ͅm̴̢͔̳̲͛̅̊̅̈͝ͅ ̴̠̗̭̀͑̊͑́͋͒̏̕̚s̶̢̛̺̯̞̱̙͈͕̗̞̓͂o̷͖͎̳͚̝͗̆̄̇͗̋̈́̚ ̶̨̗͉̟͖̘̔̽́͌͜s̶̹͐͠ơ̸̢͇̯͈͕̙̣͙͙̞̕̕r̴̮͖͒̉̆̈́͐r̷̠͗̏͠y̸̛̪̳͐͆̚ ̷̛̗̞̹͈̀̾̽͝͝ä̷̡̡̺̥̬̰̰́̓̈́̍̾̂͑͑͝b̶̢̡̛̥̟̝͕̍͌͐̔͋̚͠ó̷̧̧͙̬̤̖͚̦̀͐̉̄̕͝͠͝u̶̧̡͉̭͈̔ţ̸̯̳͎̋̓͘͠͝ ̸̯̯͖̪̩̦̘̳̒͒͑͜͝͝ẹ̷̛̠͇͍̣̍̀̽̈̍̃͑̉͝ṽ̶̰̦͎͊̏͆͝ě̵͙̫͖̣̖̆̎̈̿̃͝r̸̗̻̮͍͍̗͊̂͗͑̔̂͗̂̕y̷̢̫̝̝̥̱̣̠̺̽̔̑̉̕t̸̢̨̡̳̹̘̪͉̆̚͠h̸͎̑ỉ̶̧̡̧͎͍̣ͅn̸̲̳̙̋̿͊͛̍̃̐͐͗͝g̵͖͙̬̙̍͛͗͑̄̎ ̸̤̪̩̟̞͉̬͈͑̌̿̾̓͌͘͜b̶̛̗̱͖̙̫̈́̉̎̆̀̒̎͠å̶̻̋͋̇̀́̑̆̐̚ḇ̵̮̰̖̞̪͊͜ỳ̷̠̃͐̀̿͛̋̓͑̕ͅ ̸̡̡̪̉̏͒̄g̴̢͛̐̓̅́̀̇͝į̶̢̭̘̥̲̲̭͈̾͂͜r̶̢͍͈͎̪̲̘̯͈̅͆ļ̷̧̨̮̭̬̘̱̃̽̈́͑̊̒̕͝ͅͅ.̶̦̟̝͉̙̗̣͕͇̟̀͑̅͐̊͠ ̶̧̧̮̰̤͚̙̰̥̞̍̑̊̄͠Ĩ̷͇̈́ ̵̡̢̨̛̮̅͌́d̶̨̧̺̣̳̥͈̼̈́̒̿͐̓ͅo̶̬̻̐̾͂͛̒̀̈́̓̄͠ͅͅn̸̡̨͖̓̂́̎̀ͅ'̷̨̨̮̠͎̯̗̥̬͋̍͘ͅț̸̌̄̽̆̋́͊͗ ̵̳̻̆̏̂̐̆̒k̷̢͕͚̘̙͙̯̥͆̂̿̂͠ñ̷̨̨̯̮̫̳̪̓̿̅̚o̵̢͋̂́̀͂͌̈́̋́͜͝w̶̥̻̜͛ ̴̛̠̬̩̠͓̜̊̉̓̔̉̉͂͠ͅw̷̨̲͓͚̑͊̐̽̈́̂̋͝h̴͉̮̬͉̞͚̺̀̀͋͂́̎͐̂̚͝á̵̢̫̲͙̣̖͇̙̾͐̅͛̐́͝t̴͙̘͎͎͊ ̴̞̤͕̞͋͛́͜ĝ̷̛͕̯͈̲̈́̌̑̓́͠͝ȍ̴̧̨̳̗̼̫͓͍̭͠ͅț̴̣̜̭͎̰̼͗́̽ ̵͇̮͎̪̒̒̔͜͠į̸̢̢͉̬̤͈͈̉͠n̸͙͖̹͕͉̖̩͎̻͊͜t̶̬̟̼̀́͋̀̉̚͘o̶̠͚̿͝ ̶̮͈͇͍̰͕̠̯̤͒̉̾̔̾̓̀̚m̶̢̭͓̞̜̥̬̒͛͐e̸̡͚̝͎̼̙̱͈̟͗͊̌͜ ̸̡͍̹̺͍̟̼̬̱̅̍͜b̶̛̠̦̒̊̀u̶͇͙̘̬̪̍̆̒̓̍͜t̸̨̫͖̪͔͉́̒̏̃͒ ̵̡̩͙̗̜͓̑̈̍͑̽̂͗̚͘i̶̫̠̩͐̄͋̒͝͝t̷͚̦͚͕̝͇̣͔̞̾̿͊͑̑̓̒̉̕ͅ'̸̤͍̘̻̺̻͋̆͌̊s̶̢̛̱͍̯͈̞̬̯̓̈́̽́̈́͝͠ ̷̧̡͙̰̩͚̊͑̕ͅt̸̢͕̳̣͇͎̑̐̈́͘̚͜o̶̘̙͇̖̦̪̪̊̊́͘ǫ̶̙͖̲̍͊̉̄̎̏̀̃͌̌ ̷̯͕̔̉̆͝ͅl̷͍̯̩͚͝à̵̰̝͖͍͕̺͋̓̿̄̏͝ẗ̵̗͔̲̟̼̲͙̈́͗̈̅͆̃̒͝e̵̱͇͉̤͎̞̙̼̔͆̄̇̃̂̒͆̈́̌ͅ ̸̥̭̝͙̟̠͕̬͑̊̃̽̈̌̕ͅf̶͖̞͚̗̫̈̎͌́̅̍͘͠õ̵̼͎͍͔̳̭̥̝̺̺̇̓̿̇́̚r̶̢̧̢͉̜̮̘̘̬̣̈̃̇͋̾̾ ̴̬̲͎̹̣͝m̵̧̢͙̹̬͕̐̍͗̿͜e̶̬̹̰͛ ̶̻͖̾̅̓͛̓̌̊n̷̬̬͖͈̥̼̗̠̊͋́̔̚̚o̸͎͙̳͙͈̺͈̱̙̎w̷̨̧͍̰̹̭̗̱̬͐͛͋̽̉͜,̸͖̜̰̫̟̈́̅ ̸̜̎̑̈́̓̍̉̑̇̔͘Ȋ̶̛̩̤̯̍̈́̅̚'̵̠̭͕͙̘̍̒̓͌̓m̷͇̳͚͖̺͌͛̎̊̽͗̈́̽̄ ̶͙̮̞͔̩̳̞̺͗t̵̮̞̪̩̪͇̦̰̟̰̃̈́̊ọ̷̯͆͑̐̈́̑̐̽̉̋̒o̶̡̡̘̥̤̲̓̋̈́̐͗̒͠͝͝ ̴̛̝̖̅͋́̂̈́͊̇̇f̶̯͓͙̗̦̾̐͋́͂̋ą̸͔͓̬̄̈́̽͘͜r̷̙͗̓̾̀ ̶̮̗̤̞̮̲̞͛̌̀̔̾̄̂̓́͜ͅĝ̷̯̟̗̻̖̞̞͔̪̲͛̓͋͊͘õ̵̢̝̳̠͇̙n̶̫͖̈́̈́̆͗̂̚e̸͕̺̞̳̫͋̆͒͛̀̿̍̀̑.̵̡̲̲̘̻̊̏̈̄̉̄͌̈́̃͘͜͜ ̴̛̣͖̺̙̮̞̀́̽̓̑̀Ĭ̸̩̟̲̰̗̱̣͎̟̓͛'̵̳̙͖̲̜̹͂m̶̢̛̰̘͍̳̣̥͙̼̐̅̏̔͘ ̶̼̅̾̈́ẃ̷̨̻͖͍̂̋̈̇͌͆r̷̢͓̹͉̥̺̊͂̆́̇̃͒͑͝ͅỉ̴̞̫̻̮͚̦͎̄̅̈́͋̍̑̈́͝t̴̢͈̠̥̤͎̤̫̏͊̅̂̇̉̽̿ͅī̷͈͔̩̣̘̮̊̿̐̾̆͘n̸̜̹̱̲̬̎͗̆̇͗͂̓͐̀g̷̙͓̺̺̬͖̠͘ ̵̡̗̪̭͋́͂y̶̛̳͎̣̘̩̰͔̠̮͋͜͝o̵̠̼͔͕̞͖̤̖͂̈́͜u̶̠̝̬̣̺̎͒͝ ̸̞̪̗̥̰͓͔̠͉̒͆̽t̴̖̗̽́̊̀͑̇õ̶̡̞̲̻͖͉̲̭̱͒̌͊͘ ̸̛̛̜̼̯͌̾̃̒͐̊̕͝ṱ̶̛̜̘͚̠̬̥̰̞̓̀e̶̮̗͌̔͝ḽ̷̨̞̗͍̱̯̈̀l̸̠͕̥̼̲̦̲̼͒̄̀̑̍͠ ̶͎̈̃̄̂͋͘̕y̸͔̰̪̦͎̾̂̀̿͊̾̚͝o̸͓̹̥̬̿̽̍̽̈́ū̵͈̖͙̥̝̰̑͌̌ ̸͍̝̖̇̀̿̄̃̒͛́͘͜ẗ̴̲̜̤̠͙̂̏̌̂͊̾h̵̨̠͙̒̄ȃ̶̡̧͖̞̝̜̥̬̿͜t̸̤̖͓͍̪̼̯̱̀̂̑̕ͅ ̴̨̼̥͉̇͒̕͜s̷̛̭̩̈́͛̒̈͆́̈̓̕o̸̢͎̟̰̤͓͚̯͍͐̑͠m̴̡̢̺̹͉͌̈́̿͌͜ệ̵̢̓̒͗́̑́̕ť̷̠̜̰̩̈́͠h̷͉̖̠̲̩̩̳͋͊̈́̚͜i̸͕̪͍̤̋̀́̊̒̃̽̍̎n̶͙͍̤̯͚̘̥̂g̴̨͍̻͙͍̹̍̇͐̀̆͊̚͜ ̵̟̟͓̳̞̺̂̈̓͗͝͝ͅw̶̦̮̠̼̬̗̹͔̉͜i̸͍̮̾̀͗͛͐l̴̢͕͈̟̪͉͈͒͝l̸̯̯̦̭̒ ̷̮̓͋b̶̗̘̲̥̭̄̇̈̐͘͝͝e̸̳̯͊̓̓́͠ ̸̛̤̮͚̤͖̲̀̈͒͆́͋̌̊̕h̸̢̢̳̥̻̞̻͖̺͇̐̀̈́̀́ǎ̴̭̪̖̞̩̦̮́p̸͔̹̬̟̦̒́̓̆͋̃́͐͝p̷̢̜̯̘͓̺̈́̏̏̈́e̷̼̲͉̹͒̓̈̀͝ǹ̷̢͙̭̘ͅi̷̞̥̳̼͎͂̎̎̈́͐̄̑n̴̨͍̒͌̓̒́͑̂͂͝͝g̷̼̲͔͍̤̯̃̑̆ ̷̖͐t̸̺͖̦̱͇͑̃͗͋o̵̰̙̗̎m̴͓͊̎͒̓o̶̙̝͒̀͒͝͝r̴̯̩͉̱̺̯͊͌͌̉̏͑̄͋͐͜r̶̜̼̹͓͎̪͕̬̀̐̀ǫ̶̡̜̯̘̼̪̑͗̐w̷̤̣̰̙͎̪̯̯̔̀͂́ ̶̰͈̭̳͗̋̅͌̊͜͠e̷͓̳̞̮͐̅͠v̸̢̮̠̱̟͆̓͊̒̾̍̇̌̍é̷̺̼̫͇͚̀̓̊̊̾͘͝ň̸̬̺͍͇͕̑i̶̡͈͇̻͇̝̖̰̾n̷̢͈̘̱͙̟̖̝͊̊͠͝g̶̀͜.̶̡̩̝̹̺̞̥̯̿̆̾͌̈́̽̊̓͘ ̷̛͈̜̤̗̻͉̇̒̾̎͗̈́̐̚͠D̴̢̧̻̜̣̱̘́́̈̒r̷͕͔͛̎͂̓͘͝͝ą̵̧̢̫͈̯͎̤̱̿̆̌̎̈́̆͌͠͝c̵͎̩̞̘͖͍̝̠͑̈́̇̏̿̈́̀͜ͅo̴̦͈̥͖͂̂͒͒͊̍ ̵̯̬̗̙̲͎͈͝h̵͚͈͈̠̙͈̝̮̀͋̀̊̎̔̅̏à̴̯͓̬͋̒s̷̱̲͍̙̒̓ ̶͖͙̠͈̖̬͎̘͖̱̀͗b̷̛͉̃̉̐͛͊̒̕͝ḛ̵̻̼͊̈́̐̈́̉͋͋̚͜ẻ̴̞n̸̢̢̟̦̱̲͉͂̀ ̷̨̖͍͙̳̑͒̀͑̈́ṫ̴͔̬̻͎̲̺͇̒̈͐̈́̄͋͗̎̚ͅa̶̘͆̄͘͝s̸͖̦̈́͛͂͝k̷̖͙̽e̸͖̅̄̉̌͛d̸̪̙̮̭̜̫̖͇̑̍̍̐ ̶̧͈͉͖͆̈́̒̊͗͂͛͊̓͜t̵̫͓̯͉̣̜̋̊͌́͗̇̇̾o̸̢̝̙͙͕͌͑ͅͅ ̴̹̮̹̳̫͇̾̊ç̶͕̻̎̂̌̉̄̓̚ǫ̷͔̙͎̗̺͉̟̀̔̍͂͒̿͛̑m̵̙̻̩̬̪̮̲̥̈́̏̄p̴̣̏̓́̓͌͑͂̕͝l̷̛͙̭͕͖̆͂e̸̲̬͕͒͋̓́͗̓͘͠t̴̢̛͍͛e̴̪̔͛̃̃̓͐̄͊̆͛ ̵̛͉̹͇̤̀͒͊͆̿̽̕s̸̙̳̙͎͇̗̪̮̼̲͛̾̀̑͊̈́̏̍̚͝o̷̧̱͑̌m̸̼͌̿̿̈́̚ê̷̛̛͖͎̊͂͒̈́̚͜͠͝ț̶̢̺̬̺̥̅̎̇̈́̐̚͝ḩ̷̛͙̠̗͉̇̈͂͘͝i̷̞̔̋̂̓̉͌̄͝ň̶̛͔̓̒̑̕͝͠ͅg̸͓̻̜͚̠̑͋̋̑̑̒͐͘̕͠.̴̱͈̫̟̮̅̓̇̉̂̐͘͝ ̵̩̪͇͎̺͊̈́͜I̷͔̘͙͈̫̙͖͓̾̊̃̓̄̉ͅ ̴̨̢̮̪͓͆̒͊̓́̄̾̊͝c̶͙̤͓̑͑̆̕a̵̲̒̅͋͌͛̑͐n̵͖̰̪͙̙̪̙̻̒̂̋̓'̸̛̺̬̰̰̺͓̦̳́̔͆͆̄̾̀̇͠t̴̨͚̯͎̠̔̀̆̈́̓̆ ̷͖̒̈́̓̿͊͋͌̀͘̚t̷̛͈́̑͂̀̊͋e̶̢͚͍̪̰͍͚͈͔̭͝ļ̸̨̢̞͕̾̈́̎̔̿̈́̾ͅl̴̘̭̮̣̈́̃̔̀̑ ̸̢̞̞̎̑̾y̸̢̨̧̛͎͈̞̗̠͖͒̀͗̎o̴͚̠̕ù̵͇̟̝̺̣͈̰̏ ̵̧̳̳̟̱̌w̸͇̞̣̋́͋͗̂̇h̸͖̮̦͌̌͛͌̚͝à̸̛͔̩͍̣̰͋̒̏̾͆̑̈͘͜ͅt̶͍̿̂ ̵͖̰̭͖͙͙̦͌̋́͗͂̾̌͌̋͠ͅį̶̖̰͕͉̪͉́̓̔t̴͕̹̜̪̃͊̄̈́̚ ̷͉̰͇͓̤̿̑̃͜͜ì̵͎̤̹̾́̇͐͠s̷̠̃̇̄͛ ̴̧͍͍̮̯͔̻̈́͋͛͆͘͘͝ͅͅb̴̜̲̀͑͗̓̿̒́͗͘̕ų̵̤̬́̈͑̈́̈́̇͜͝t̴̼̐͂̐ ̷͖̪̠͔͎̮̗͚́͊͗̈̀̚ͅI̴͈̾ ̷̧͓̝̓̐͗͋̔̅n̶͖̗͙̬̻͎͛̐͑̾̾͆͊͐͒̿ê̴̳̣̖͖̈́̓́e̶͖̰̞̠̭͑́̓̎̕̚d̴̢̺͈͙̯͛̍͝ ̴̠̱̞̫͍̅̈͝ͅy̷̧̡̟̻̖̪̦̎͛͝͝ͅo̶͈̜̙̬̦̥̎́͛̐̿ü̶̪͇̬͊̋͊̓̋̈́ ̸͉̗̜͔͖̯͍̏̐͐͝t̴̛͕̙̣̄̿͋́͊̽̕͝ò̸̗̦̥͉͒̄͒͋͘ ̵̝̝̜͖̑̍͐͆̽̓̕͠͝t̶̡̡̩͖͎͙́̈́̃̅̔ͅă̶̡̨̧̺͍̟͕͍̺̺̂̑̈́k̷̳̜͎͖̔̅̊̎̉̔͂̾̚͘͜ͅͅe̴͖̤͐̐̃̉͜ ̴̖̦̎̅̈͊̚ỵ̶̡̨̛͙͙̉̂̿͠ŏ̸̧̭͔̼̬͎̾̍̈́̈́̉̈́͝ų̴̧̲̰̦̖̹̩̏͒̓̿͛̀͊̔̕͜r̸̩̩͚͉̩̜̥̈́̑̂͆͑͊͋̎̈́͌͜ ̴̙͚͇̈̔͝s̴̞̞̯̠̙̿̍̀̅̕ͅi̷͉͎̥̎̈́̐̀̉̉s̶͈͕̅t̶͎̠͍̦̞̍̓͋̈́̈͗͂͜͜͝e̵̛̪̻̱̅́̎̉̈̅̕͜ŗ̵͈͕͔̱͇͇͚̐̓̈́́͑͗ ̸͇̠́̈́̚a̸͇̼͓̺̦͑͝n̶̛̰̘̺͋̇̀̄̋̕͠d̷̠̺̠̤̩͖̭̙̔̿͊̋̂̐͊͘͝ͅ ̸̡̥̬̰̰̯̈́̎͗̇͜g̷̨̡̰̖̳̜̼̤̾o̸̢̺̰̲̭̰̪͒̌̊̕ ̸̙͙̭̌̈́͐̇̏̽͠s̴̠̺̪̱͚̿͋͊̈́o̷̻̤̤̫̖͈̠͆̐̉̽͗̋̀͑̄͜m̶͕͖̈́̿̑̉ẻ̵̠͖̜̤̬͍̒͆͆̉̚w̴̙̠̙̦̱̉͗͜h̴̛̲̮̳́e̴͙͚̙̫͕͕̥̣̖͗̀̾̚͝ŕ̴̯̺͔͎̓̒̚e̴̢̛̮̗̙̬̭̯̣͔͋ͅ ̸̪͍̗̻̳̙̻̩̤͍̏́s̴̛͙̻͂̈́͘͜͜͝á̵̧̨̛̮̦̪͖͆̃̑͐͊̚͘f̸̡̨̫̰̲̼͖̭̳̳́͌̈̋ë̸̢̡̦̖̳́̍̀̔̍̅̍̈͜͝.̶̧̼̺̰̯̻̣̖͖̼̔̕͝ ̷̛̰̹̠͓̰̱͔̘̒̉̽T̴̝͎̲̗͙̘͛̏̚͘͜͝ͅe̵̪͕̰̔̍̓͌̑̄l̵̨͙͈̲͕̣̝̓̂̓̎͗͝l̷̞̠͕̼͊̒ͅ ̷̻̌̈́̎̋̈́ḩ̴̇̈́͐̈́̊̓̌̌͗e̸̝̰̤̤͖̬̼͐̉͌̃ŕ̷̗̘̼̫̈́͝ ̵̹͓̽̎͆̔̂̈̀̐Ḭ̶̹̓́ ̵̖͍̪͚̩̘̗̀̽̿̃͋̒̀̋̉͝l̸̲̱̻̥͌͑͌̿̅ơ̵͔̞̮̫͎͔͇͈̗͔̓̊̌̍͝ṽ̵̡̝͕͛͐́̄̓͛̓̓͝ͅė̶̻͔̫͙̆̋͜ ̵̥̣̲̘̯͐̏̔͝ḩ̵̥̘̙̦̞͚̝̂́͒͗̈́̐͘ͅë̸̢̖̙̩͈̲̭̰̹̃̍̓̈́͂̈́̓̉r̴͓͚̪̲̝̪̫̝̈́́̀̃̈̀̈̒͘.̷̨̞̝̲̱͌͊͆̔̕͜ͅ ̵̛̜̭̪̟̥͚͉̱̈́̊͑̈́̿-̵̙̫͙̦̦͒̎̄̌̎͑̓̒͜͝͝ ̷̦̱̬̝̓̉̀̈́̔͌̊͘͘͝y̵͓͗̾͛̿̚o̶̹̫̝̩͙͒͑͑̓͛̿̕̕ͅͅų̸͕̩̣͕̀̑̀̎͌͌͊̔̑͋ŗ̸͔̹̺̣̣͛͛̉ͅͅ ̸̨̥̱̣̹̜̻̓͌̓̋͐̃̎m̷̼̘̬͚̝̌̇̾͝ͅǫ̸͎͉̹̥̙̗̳͈́͊̃̇̓ṭ̶̫̭̽̄͊̀̄̓̌̽̕h̷̨̢̥̠̦̣̒͊̍̓̈͝e̷̙̯͕̻͋̒̾̀̋̈̆̊̌͝r̶͔̖̗̱̮͎̘̍̎͛̐̈́̂̅͐̕͜

I remove my wand from my jeans, casting a counterspell to reveal the original text.

𝐿𝒾𝓁𝒶 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝐼'𝓂 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒. 𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇. - 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

I sniffle, lifting my head towards the ceiling to keep the tears from falling. Knowing that both my mother and Lucius are death eaters can mean that Draco is one too. I quickly go back to the Gryffindor common room to warn the others.

"Where are we going to go, Lila?" Ginny asks. "Just be vigilant, mother says it's bad. I need to go for a walk real quick." That was a lie. Really I plan on going far enough away from the castle so I can apparate.

♥︎

"Lila, what are you doing here?" Fred asks as I bury my head in his chest. "I missed you too much. And something bad is happening tomorrow." I reply. "What do you mean something bad?" He asks.

"I don't know, mother sent me a letter saying that Draco was given a task and that I had to go to a safe space." I explain. "Well then you are staying here, I'm not letting you go back." He states. "Fred, I have to protect my sister, Draco attacked her today." I reply.

"He did what."

"Don't even think about it Fred, I took care of it his nose is already broken." A smile ghosts my lips as I look up at his face. "That's my girl."

:𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊:
The next chapter is the last one of this act. Then it's the final act...