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unfortunatelysirius · 5 years

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╰☆☆ ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝔾𝕀ℝ𝕃𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 ☆☆╮ [Sirius Black – Marauders Era] [Part 14]

Previous Installments: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

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IT WAS NEARLY MIDNIGHT, and a disturbing sort of cold Y/N thought she might never experience in her lifetime, shivers up and down her spine within the dark, suffocating corridor. The stars were like silver dewdrops splattered across the navy sky, visible through each old window’s silhouette littered around the castle; with every passing step, Y/N caught another glimpse of Nature’s finest canvas. She was curled into Sirius’s side, squished between his subtly muscled body and James’s near-identical shape, both Remus and Peter trailing the three of them by seconds. It was reminiscent of times that seemed so far away.

Y/N thought it was all too good to be true. Everything, from her and Sirius falling back into same-old, same-old routine like they’d never left the honeymoon phase to James looking quite sullen compared to his usual upbeat, enthusiastic self. She wondered if it was all a twist on reality to make her think things were fine when really, Sirius wasn’t anywhere near, James still hated her, and the Marauders were leading her somewhere to hex and discard their latest “conquest.” It made all the more sense the longer she thought about it, but thoughts of the way Sirius felt—flesh, bone, whole—made her realize she was daft, and just a little bit mad.

He was so obviously here, a living, breathing wonder, and she was trying to make it a mirage. She wanted it that way.

Or maybe she’d just went long enough with things going wrong that miracles seemed far too good to be true.

“I have to meet with Regulus,” murmured Y/N into the quiet air, after the silence became a tad bit too smothering. She was also alert of her own negligence, from her delirious daze to her angry soul’s demands for an apology, as Sirius’s arm looped around her became a bone-crushing reality. Not so much a reality she craved anymore, but one that needed multiple bandages slapped across it; the Muggle way of rekindling old flames and licked wounds. Y/N was beginning to grow agitated and nervous, as this reality crushed down on her. As her newly-put-together world fell apart in the wake of unanswered questions. “He—wants to help. He thinks I was Obliviated.”

Sirius glanced down at her, looking unsure, his own face not betraying the inner turmoil running their world ragged. The two of them didn’t know how to approach their current problem, the one that kept them from falling together as happy memories asked them to; Y/N was afraid of what lay in wait, Sirius’s admittance that he thought so lowly of her that for even a millisecond he thought she might have been a slag, and Sirius dreaded the moment he had to let his betrayal out into the open. Neither of them were willing to ruin their reconciliation by simple, trivial ire, the kind that winded up someone alone and heartbroken, the kind that could get anyone and everyone hurt.

Even the most painful of thoughts were best kept internalized, if it meant staying locked tight in a dream.

Even now, the two of them were so different. Differences Y/N once overlooked in favor of what made them compatible.

“Regulus doesn’t care about anyone except for himself,” Sirius snapped at Y/N, the three Marauders looking nervous in anticipation for the argument to come. “He’s a Slytherin. The bloody git is tricking you.”

“How the fuck would you know?” Y/N was never one for confrontation. This was all new territory. She was tired, and depressed, and dying of questions; she loved Sirius, she did, but he was still the prejudiced, arrogant prat he was before they started dating. He’d always hate Slytherins because he grew up in a world full of snakes that rejected him for being who he was, and maybe that was a drawn line for why they weren’t meant to last. He was the charismatic, hateful railroad tycoon, and she was his subdued wife that tiptoed around his temper. Stupid, foolish—she was letting herself use another goddamned Muggle analogy—Americanized, no less. Maybe Y/N was running low on a lucid mind as much as she was excuses.

He knows nothing about Regulus, she thought anyway, looking into those silver grey eyes she’d always loved. Sirius didn’t. He refused to talk to his brother; maybe Regulus was growing into himself and losing that part of him that preened and prawned from pleasing his parents. If he was scared, if he was determined to find the truth because he wanted to sabotage dark plans, he never once betrayed it. But deep down, there was nothing else rational to explain his motivations, and Y/N knew he was a scared little boy afraid the monsters would someday catch up to him—

And they’d eat him alive like all wolves just so happen to do.

“Regulus is your brother,” continued Y/N. “He doesn’t want to be part of whatever it is your parents do. I can see it in his eyes.”

“You didn’t grow up with him. You didn’t see him do nothing when his brother was lying on the ground, with their father standing above him,” seethed Sirius. “Don’t act like you know him; you sure as hell don’t.”

Y/N felt like crying, as she wrenched herself away from Sirius’s warm, comforting embrace. “Don’t act like you know me,” she spat. Sirius’s jaw fell downwards, a flicker of hurt flitting across his face. “Go mope in your dorm. I’m getting down to the bottom of this, with or without you.”

Sirius was silent. Y/N continued to watch him, imploring him to say something, wishing he wouldn’t just let her leave. If she left, she could get hurt, and Sirius wouldn’t be her knight in shining armor. They went so long in turmoil that Y/N wanted there to be some sort of compromise; if they could argue and fight for so long, the two a mess with their friends on the fence on how to fix them, then they sure as hell could be soft and melted together, too. Maybe they were different, maybe Sirius couldn’t let his old ways go, but truth be told—Y/N always wanted to show him a new perspective.

She’d tried doing that before things went wrong.

“Really, Sirius?” she said now, staring brokenly at him. “We could finally figure this out, and you’re backing down? Really?”

“Whoever’s done this is dangerous,” Sirius told her. His voice had lost all its shake, all its fury, rendered a new sort of mellow Y/N had hardly ever seen from him. He looked like he itched to hold her and reassure he was just an asshat, but his asshat ways betrayed none of his true love for her, or his need to protect her. None, nada, zilch: right? He was a teenage boy, a prat, but he didn’t mean anything out of his pathetically unfiltered mouth. “I want you safe, Y/N. We should leave this to the professors.”

Those words were foreign out of his mouth. Y/N took a heavy breath and she said, “Sirius, do you even hear yourself? Merlin, what’s happened to you?”

“What’s happened to me? Me?” Sirius’s laugh was humorless. “You’re bloody mad.”

“Sirius, Y/N, this isn’t the best time,” said Remus, looking between the two with apprehension.

“This is the best time, Remus,” Y/N said, refusing to look at any of them. She knew Peter was fidgeting; she knew James was gap-mouthed like a pufferfish; she knew Remus was trying to hide his trepidation. She knew Sirius was silently seething. All of them, they weren’t clearly thinking. They didn’t have their nerves together. Y/N was terrified that solving the bottom of the mystery would never come if they fell apart before they came together. But Y/N could no longer go on if her experience with the love of her life was only going to be heartache and pain, two things she had felt since coming to this God-awful school.

You’re not any better than him, thought Y/N, her brain suddenly going to Ashton. He was dead, and she’d never get to see him again; she’d never get to tell him she was sorry, that she never meant to use him, that he was someone she came to love in her desperation to feel. He taught her about love. He taught her that it was okay to be without for a little while because wholes always regain their lost pieces. Maybe he threw her into an abyss after he broke her heart that left her sad and lost of all hope, but now, with her head on her shoulders again, she could safely say he taught her a lot—yet she gained nothing.

Y/N was happy with Sirius, but he did not teach her anything. He was a fun partner in crime, but when it truly came down to life lessons, he wasn’t a teacher; he was along for the ride, a mere passenger in a bus packed to the brim with faces from the crowd.

Standing in the hallway, letting these thoughts wash over her, Y/N could not do this anymore. She needed to find Regulus and reach the climax of this game. Someone was toying with her and her feelings, and if she didn’t put a stop to it, if she didn’t find a way to draw the villain out and stifle the madness, there was no way for her to get peace—and she’d stay stuck in an endless cycle of being a living ghost.

“I can’t anymore, Sirius,” whispered Y/N. “I can’t.”

She turned around and ran.

The Marauders watched after her, one looking horrified, two looking shocked, and the one this mattered to most—he looked heartbroken.

And none of them even bothered to go after her, as the guilt sunk in and they realized—

Was the love-potion maker truly the villain? Or was it them?

Y/N had stopped running after reaching the fourth corridor. She eventually stopped walking altogether. Her pace slowed until it was nonexistent, her harsh, shaking breaths fell into soundless sniffs, her erratic thoughts slowly but surely came to a close. All she could think about now was Regulus, who was waiting at the library for her presence. And that half-blurry, half-familiar memory of a white-haired girl in the very same forest Y/N was in herself

Y/N knew it mattered. She knew she’d been Obliviated, and she was foolish not to go to Headmaster Dumbledore for help in retrieving her memories… but she was a foolish girl, and foolish girls wanted to figure out mysteries by themselves.

“I’m a bloody fool,” mumbled Y/N to herself, clutching her head like that would heal all trace of confusion, as well as her sadness. It wouldn’t, but it felt like it did—so Y/N continued to grope at her temples and scalp. The corridor echoed with spooky creaks and even spookier whistles. Y/N felt regret seep into her bones, as she realized she was still a bit of ways away from the library—and she was totally, utterly, completely alone.

Y/N heard someone laugh.

“You are a bloody fool,” they said.

Out from the end of the corridor emerged a girl, whose entire face and hair were obscured by shadows—but the pretty little patch on her robes had a snake on them. Y/N knew it was a Slytherin. But all she saw was the patch, as her body and face were near invisible—and even then, the patch’s emblazoning was blurry to her. She felt her head grow light, her eyes squinting to see within the darkness. She was so caught in looking at the patch to even pay any regard to the words the stranger spoke or the wand as it lifted, pointing right at Y/N’s chest.

“Who are—”

The girl flicked her wrist. “Stupefy,” she said.

Suddenly Y/N was knocked off her feet by a powerful spell, the backlash sending her head cracking against the corridor wall, rendering her immobile and near-unconscious.

She felt her body crumble, but only half of the way—a steady stream of numbness shooting through her like lightning.

The stranger walked up, a laugh emptying from her mouth.

“Got you!” the girl sang happily.

That was when things went black.

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occasionalmemes · 5 years

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SJ TUCKER SENTENCE STARTERS

cheshire kitten.

“ i grew up seeing things a little differently, appearing, disappearing, hardly innocent, nor tied down to the ground. ” “ i learned to roll and tumble with the punches.” “ heavy is the crown that's always hidden. ” “ tender is the heart you never see. ” “ hard and fast shines the grin that we flash, but there's a vulnerable stripe or two on me. ” “ maybe any place outside of _____ is not for me, my friend. ” “ if i leave my grin behind, remind me that we're all mad here and it's okay. ” “ the shadows hide me down in _____. ” “ _____, nobody knows the way.” “ if you find it in your dreams, you can find it at your dayjob somewhere south of Hell. ” “ take the path to left or right with just your gut to guide you. ” “ the story is not for anyone else to tell. ” “ go down the rabbit hole and out the other side. ” “ you can't go home in the middle of the magic carpet ride. ” “ you gotta greet the sun before his lovely daughter moon. ” “ you can't forsake the journey for the safety of your room. ” “ learn your lesson well. ” “ i have learned to see and hear everybody loud and clear. ” “ the truth comes out in riddles that are safe enough to share. ” “ that's how it is in songs, you see.” “ heavy is the burden of the wise ones when no one understands a word they say. ” “ the Jabberwock never bothered anyone, but nobody believes him to this day.” “ and why should they? ” “ is it the stripes or the spots you see? ” “ was it hearts or diamonds, baby, brought you here to me? ” “ darling, you know better than to trust a pack of cards! ” “ what have we learned? ” “ the world is never as mad as it could be. ” “ we’re all mad here, and it’s okay. ”

were-owl.

“ look long enough into the eyes of any creature, there's no knowing what you'll find. ” “ we all seek the light one way or another, mostly flying blind. ” “ everything flies at the mercy of the moonlight, lovers more than most at times. ” “ you've sought the light where few have ever found it. ” “ little one, seek and ye shall find. ” “ take care what you find in the tawny eyes of a hunter by night. ” “ who is it dares to find these feathers, stroke this skin? ” “ how can you dream of the night he spreads his wings to hold you, shows you all he knows and lets you in?” “ i've heard it said none but fools will ever count on shifting shapes and flying dreams. ” “ foolish the heart that lights upon a love who's never what he seems.” “ shows one face at dawn and another in the twilight. ” “ kings have worn his shape before. ” “ lord of the evening, so handsome in the sunlight, leaves you wanting so much more. ” “ child, death is a dance on the forest floor! ” “ shifting shapes and flying dreams, love is never what it seems. ” “ be his love and not his prey. ”

love lies.

“ love lies downwind waiting patiently to be found. ” “ angel don't make a sound unless you are the one i have been waiting for. ” “ you are the one i have been waiting for. ” “ i've been downwind waiting for you to come around. ” “ there is no one soul that will swallow me whole and let me out shining and beautiful, no. ” “ in love there is loss of control, but like the rivers, i roll. are you in for the ride? ” “ where will you sleep tonight? ” “ love lies, downwind waiting, with the silence of tigers and a hunger burning bright with a heart song shining bright. ” “ desert star, shine a light. ”

don’t get my hopes up.

“ lately I'm a little bit prickly. ” “ everything hurts when you fall in love hard enough, rock bottom doesn't feel so bad. ” “ i wouldn't quite call this bitchy. ” “ when I am on my best behavior I'll fool you like a grown-up little girl who didn't know how good she had it before. ” “ when desire walks through your door and all hell breaks loose times four, you'll understand and maybe you won't pull smooth maneuvers on your suitors anymore. ” “ when desire walks through your door and all hell breaks loose times four, you'll understand.” “ maybe you won't pull smooth maneuvers on your suitors anymore. ” “ don't you go getting my hopes up, girl. ” “ you'll be sorry and so will i. ” “ last thing either one of us needs is yet another reason to cry. ” “ i know that i'm your last in line. ” “ i oughtta know better than to call you mine. ” “ say a flat out "no" to my face, that's fine, but don't get my hopes up, girl. ” “ lately I'm a pretty good swimmer-- so far up the creek cuz I fell in love hard enough hot water doesn't seem so dire. ” “ i must've quit paying attention, baby, i have to tell you the line is blurred pretty bad between the frying pan and the fire. ” “ when love sneaks up on you and fries your circuits through and through, you'll understand and maybe forgive me my trespasses, for I know not what I do. ” “ when love sneaks up on you and fries your circuits through and through, you'll understand.” “ forgive me my trespasses, for I know not what I do. ” “ don't you go getting my hopes up, boy. ” “ i'm not one for second chances once you've made me cry. ” “ my dance card's full, my waiting list is too backed up for shit like this. ” “ go ahead and pretend that i don't exist, but don't get my hopes up, boy. ” “ when desire walks through your door and all hell breaks loose times four, you'll understand. ” “ maybe you won't demand good manners from your lovers anymore. ” “ don't you go getting my hopes up, love. ” “ you'll be sorry 'til the day you die. ” “ i see you wishing on your star and wishes cannot lie. ” “ i make 'em too, or haven't you heard? ” “ waste a few on you cuz i never did learn. ” “ i know courage is harder to show than concern. ” “ you can't steal fire and not get burned. ” “ i will try to hold out and wait my turn, but don't get my hopes up, love. ”

neptune.

“ years ago i came to you, down beneath your ripples, submitting to the mystery of life beneath the waves. ” “ years i floated near you, swimming in your subterrain, rocked within the opium embrace of Triton's tomb. ” “ time i lost just fussing over every little thing you asked for. ” “ let myself keep fading, silver fishes through my skin. ” “ somewhere i stopped breathing, but i missed the kiss of air. ” “ someday in my castle keep, where rumors fly and questions creep they'll say to me, what of the lord of the deep? ” “ i'll say, i knew him once but he was asleep. ” “ there's no light where you are, my Neptune. ” “ to the mountains i will fly, away from you. ” “ free from the waves into new love's arms, back to the realm of the sky. ” “ years ago I came to you, in love and doomed to drowning, beholden to the mystery of life beneath the waves. ” “ years i floated near you, i will never see again. ” “ how i could tarry in the opium embrace of Triton's tomb. ” “ years ago i came to you, in love and doomed by what i knew. ” “ though i miss the mystery now of life beneath the waves, thin air's as sweet as water when your body begs to breathe. ” “ and so i leave when i must leave. ” “ don't weep for love i couldn't save. ” “ all of us who dare to love are brave! ”

girl with the lion’s tail.

“ don't look for home in me between the lines of this, our fairytale. ” “ man cannot follow the monsters. ” “ it’s simple for you, love, but never for me. ” “ nothing can be as it once was. ” “ call me a beast as you've always done, but one which can no longer love you. ” “ look for me not, lover, i am long gone. how can you hope to follow? ” “ you're meant to crawl upon your knees, not steal my soul or talk to me. ” “ the last thing i would ever do. ” “ i am the place where air meets ice. ” “ i don't want to be the girl you tame, an oddity locked away somewhere safe. ” “ i don't want to be the girl you tame, your one-heart menagerie, lonely. ” “ give me back the girl i was, the beast i used to be, shedding the skin of this creature. ” “ you were never cage enough to keep the light inside. ” “ deny me the sky and i'm running. ” “ a lion must keep something back for her own if she's been let to live. ” “ i'd sooner run than waste away at home. ” " you already have all that I had to give. ” “ take away your holiness, your pleading and your crying eyes. ” “ bring me back the girl i was, untamed. ” “ cry me a river to hell. ” “ hell or home, it's all much the same. ”

the truth about ninjas

“ paragon of dignity, untouchable and lethal. ” “ there's more to life than shuriken. ” “ sudden death comes easy when you practice every day. ” “ you'll think you're ten feet tall and bulletproof until you pass my way. ” “ you will never see it coming. ” “ no one's sad to see you go. ” “ within my eyes you'll glimpse a wisdom you were not prepared to know. ” “ in fearing what you cannot see, you fall beneath my hand. ” “ this is a ninja thing, you wouldn’t understand. ” “ you will never know i'm here until it's far too late. ” “ it is a ninja's way to pass unseen and not to storm the gate. ” “ moving quieter than kitten, circumnavigating law. ” “ you'll never hear a thing. ” “ the soul has always been corrupted, but the heart and hands are clean. ” “ the game is glory but I take my joy in leaving not a trace. ” “ my actions, quick as lightning, unintended to hurt you. ” “ i'm only doing what a ninja's gotta do. ” “ i won't say life is hard, but i must restrain my urges to run naked through my yard. ” “ my career would shrivel up and die, but damn would it be fun! ” “ i'd pirouette beneath the moonlight. ”

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idornaseminary · 7 years

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Chapter One-Hundred Fifty-Four: Beatrice, Enzo, Mel, and Natasha

Enzo and Melanie parted ways when they got back to Idorna around one o’clock in the morning, not wanting to really interact with anyone or anything after what they had just witnessed in the Mystery Shack. They agreed to meet at the library after at least a few hours of sleep. The Den would be ideal, but Beatrice had a point in stating that it was no longer safe with Calix’s knowledge in Theodore’s hands.

After a restless sleep, Enzo awoke at six the same morning, after only four hours of sleep, showering and getting dressed quietly, not to disturb Andre who was still snoring in his bed. He crept out of his dorm, and as soon as he entered the vacant Aquilen common room, he took out his wand.

“Expecto Patronum,” he cast in a hoarse whisper, thinking of his happiest memory. It had changed since Winter Break. Now, instead of eating dinner with Maxime and Colette on his tenth birthday, his memory altered into a patch of ice, a cascade of blonde hair, and a pair of full, pink lips...

The silver-white doe emerged in wisps from his wand, circling around Enzo a few times. It had been some time since he saw the majestic animal, and he smiled softly at the sight.

He closed his eyes, willing it to carry out a message to the others for him, following in Beatrice’s footsteps:

‘Library. One hour. Important information.’

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Enzo sat at the far end of the library, toe tapping against the marble floor, both elbows resting against the mahogany table. He knew Melanie would show, but he had not checked in with… anyone since the altercation outside the Great Hall. Although, on his way downstairs that morning, the few people who were awake were chatting about it.

“Crazy bitch, that Selwyn.”

“Entitled, probably. Her father was a student here back in the day. Probably thinks she can take a swing at anyone and get away with it.”

He did not like people speaking ill of someone who had only ever been kind to him, but he knew better than to intervene, so he pressed on to the library, waiting for the others.

Beatrice poked her head into the double glass paned doors of the library, glancing around the sparsely populated area shyly, glad to find a safe haven after her rather arduous trek downstairs from the Gestona common room. It felt as though every eye was on her, and the ceaseless current of gossipping whispers plagued her, adding weight to her shoulders on top of the whole student body knowing her boyfriend, or somebody who looked an awful lot like him, had cheated on her publicly without batting an eyelash. Tip toeing through the towering bookcases powdered with a light coat of dust covering ancient tomes spanning hundreds of languages, Beatrice glanced down each aisle until she saw Enzo brooding in the back corner of the library by one of the windows, leaning against a desk in a very devil-may-care fashion. A small sad smile lit her face as she approached the man, her hands buried deep within the wooly sleeves of her Gestona jumper, hiding her nails bitten down to the quick and the dark bruises painted across her knuckles after the fight last night. She didn’t say anything, simply waving, and quietly pulled out a chair, sinking down into the hard wooden seat while they waited for the rest of the group to congregate.

Natasha was growing increasingly annoyed with being summoned by the other members of their motley group, but there wasn’t much she could do against it when she received yet another Patronus, this time from Enzo asking to meet in the library. At least this time it was somewhere familiar to her, although it was more public than she expected. She supposed the Den was no longer secure, but that didn’t mean they needed to talk where any other student could wander in at any moment. Regardless, when an hour passed after the message came, she was walking into the library, a familiar domain for her.

It didn’t take long for the Cucurrion to locate the two others already waiting. She strode over and pulled out another chair, seating herself and crossing her legs. “Is Melanie coming?” she asked Enzo, as the other two were completely silent when she arrived. No point in waiting if this was everyone.

Enzo nodded, blinking a few times to keep his eyes open. “She agreed to last night.”

Mel trudged into the library, running a hand through her limp hair. She’d not gotten any sleep after returning to the castle, instead simply sitting awake as the seconds clicked loudly by on the clock.

She was the last to arrive, plopping herself down at the table and waving hello to everyone in the group.

“Hey guys. What’s new?” she asked, the joke half-hearted and falling flat among the grim group.

Enzo looked up at Melanie as she entered, sitting down at the table. He tried to recount their little adventure last night, but it was hard to focus on for too long. He thought of her boggart - of her father dying. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised; he knew how close they were.

He looked across the table at Beatrice and Natasha, keeping his voice low when he spoke, double checking that no one was near. “Anything?” he asked, folding his hands over one another on the table. “I mean… after the altercation in the Great Hall. Did anything come of it? Any information?”

Beatrice looked up slowly and glanced at Natasha out of the corner of her eye, as if reminding herself that she did have friends on her side, trying to steal the little bit of dignity she had left. “It wasn’t Calix last night macking on Velez. It was somebody, very likely Crix, who was using a polyjuice potion to parade around the castle as Cal,” she explained quietly, wringing her hands at the idea of her boyfriend still being held captive. “Which means we still don’t know where Calix is being held, but simply that he’s still being held prisoner somewhere.”

The Samoan pursed her lips and looked down at the ground, focusing on the polished wood floors covered in carpet, tracing the intricate woven patterns with her eyes. It was easier to focus on that then what felt like her life being turned upside down.

“We also know that whoever it is is going to try to cause as much pain as possible. We need to stop them, quickly,” Natasha warned. She’d seem a familiar glint in Calix’s eyes, or Crix’s, she supposed, one that she knew she’d worn in the past. They had a limited amount of time before he emerged again and caused more pain.

Mel nodded, tapping her fingers against the table. She exchanged a look with Enzo and took a shaky breath before continuing.

“Well, I think Enzo and I might have an idea of where we can find him,” said Mel. “After the fight yesterday, we tailed Crix to Old Aroon. He went into the Mystery Shack.”

Enzo leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “There is a boggart hiding there, guarding the entrance to some kind of cellar. We didn’t get a chance to see what was down there, but it is the only place Theodore could have went.”

Beatrice sat still, chewing on her raw bottom lip as she contemplated the news. “It doesn’t necessarily mean that’s where Calix is. He could be in the dungeons, and for all we know Crix is only using the Mystery Shack as a place to brew potions where he won’t get caught,” she said grimly, the usual joy gone from her eyes as she looked around the group. “Either way, I think we need to find out what’s in the cellar and soon.”

Natasha sat back quietly, listening to the others and what had happened to them. The further this mystery went, the more she wondered who was behind this, and what their endgame was. They couldn’t be doing all of this for no reason; but what was it?

“I will keep an eye on Crix,” the German informed the others. “We still need to know who is in charge of all of this, though. Start investigating the professors.”

“We’ll need to cover everyone,” Mel agreed. “I still don’t like the idea that a professor is behind this, but it’s seeming more and more likely. Nat, let us know if Crix does anything that raises any red flags. You too, Enzo.”

Enzo simply nodded, nothing wanting to vocalize what they were all clearly thinking: Calix would be dead soon, if they did not find him.

“We need to make a move, quick,” he opted to say, looking to the right as an Ibinia student walked by, oblivious to their conversation.

Swallowing tightly, Beatrice stood up and crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “Interrogating the professors isn’t as big a concern right now as finding Cal is. Speaking logically, if we lose him, we’re down a healer and that would be a really big loss if we ever get into a serious scrape again,” she said flatly, trying to keep her emotions at bay while she spoke, though it was hard to ignore the tears stinging her eyes, begging to be shed. She couldn’t bear to think what it would really be like to lose him, not now when he still had a chance to be found. “What we need to do is go back to the Mystery Shack tonight and see what’s in that cellar.”

Mel’s throat tightened at the thought of ever going back there again. She pressed her lips together, looking at Enzo out of the corner of her eyes.

“It’s going to be fucking dangerous. I know none of what the boggart showed us was real, but…” The memory of water filling her lungs and her father’s floating form made her stop short. She shook her head. “We just need to be prepared for anything else they might throw at us.”

“At least we know what it is now, I suppose,” Enzo said, standing up as well. “Beatrice is right. We need Calix.” It felt weird for Enzo to admit that, but it was true. He was their healer, and often times, Beatrice’s lifeline to sanity. “We’ll meet at the Mystery Shack at midnight.”

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