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05 | waddiwasi

waddiwasi

spell; unsticks an object

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THE NEXT MONTH WAS TORTURE FOR EVELINA. TOM was still avoiding her, only speaking to her when it had anything to do with studies- mostly the divination project. Whatever had happened in class a few weeks ago must have been a fake, or Tom must have made some kind of error. She was Evelina Moreau, and she was just a girl with ambitions. Not one with a thirst for some sort of twisted adventure.

Of course, there was a certain charm to a wizard who'd braved creatures she couldn't even imagine, and escaped death traps far worse than she'd seen, but that was for the Gryffindors. As the courageous group of Hogwarts, they were the ones who were known for feats like that.

Evelina just wanted power.

Pure, untainted power. Nothing more, nothing less.

Power was a blade; whether a scalpel in the hands of a surgeon or a knife in the grasp of a murderer. She knew which one in would be for her. Her desperation had been carefully hidden from her teachers, her pupils, and her family, but there was one person who saw past the veil.

Someone pushed past her roughly, and when she twisted sharply to scold them, she caught sight of a familiar mop of disheveled hair, hurrying purposefully through the halls. An eyebrow rose involuntarily high on her forehead in curiosity, and looking over her shoulder gingerly, she sauntered after him.

When she was close enough, she caught a glimpse of his odd posture: head cocked ever so slightly, palm cupped over his ear. It became obvious to her what he was doing. He was listening to something.

So, in an attempt to find out exactly what was happening, she listened too, adopting the way his body bent and shuffled so he could listen to the voice she could not hear.

Until she did.

It was quiet, and shattered with disuse, but she could hear it. Not completely, just a murmur which she could not make out the exact words of. She had to get closer, she had to know exactly what this mesmerising voice was telling her to do so she could-

Evelina shook her head. What was it doing to her? She certainly did not think it was mesmerising. The voice was blank, detached and scratchy enough to send chills shuddering down her spine.

It was not anything pleasurable like the songs of the robins that awoke with the sun, or the way Arden would practice on her violin for her opinion. So why was Tom so captured? Why had she been so intent on finding the source?

The boy continued to guide himself throughout the school using the strange voice, but then without warning, he flung his head back and caught her, frozen with fright.

"What are you doing here?" He hissed, and she could practically imagine a forked tongue slithering out of his mouth. It was so snakelike, she barely recognised the perfect, idolised student.

"Nothing, of course," She replied smoothly, regaining control over herself. When she looked around, she realised that she didn't remember this part of the castle. That was nothing unusual, given the size, but there was something about it that scared the wits out go her, and she just couldn't place her finger on it. She drew back and mentally berated herself when a triumphant expression took over his face at her own scared one. "What are you doing here?"

"Were you following me, Moreau?" He laughed, and the sound was so beautiful that she simply revelled in it for a moment, before realising that he hadn't answered her question. "Does someone fancy me?"

Evelina's face burned uncomfortably, and she glared at him icily. "Why would you think that?"

His own handsome face transformed into one of slight surprise at her intensity, and she couldn't help but let her lips turn up the slightest bit in victory.

"Now, why were you following me?" He asked again, tugging her closer to examine her face.

"Didn't I say that I wasn't?" She smirked at her lie. Suddenly she felt a familiar pulsating in her mind, and she carefully shut it out, instead focusing on the way his face contorted in confusion.

He let the tiniest grin take over his face, looking down at her with visible admiration. "It appears you are quite skilled in Occlumency."

"It appears that I am." She pulled away from his and whispered a charm discreetly. "Expelliarmus." His wand flew out of his pocket and into her hand, the yew wood smooth in her hand. "Ah, Phoenix feather, I see. Mine is Phoenix as well, in fact, only the the wood's silver lime. Did you know that the wand is known for picking only the best future seers?"

His dark eyes went wide, and she left him like that, standing dazed as she stole away with his wand.

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anyways, so that was the double update. just to clarify, i'm updating once a week now, so a double would be twice that week. and, hmm... if we can get this book to 75 comments and 75 votes, then a double update, and if we can do 100 comments and 100 votes, that might mean a triple update... *winks* and by the way: fun fact: evelina's wand is actually the wand that pottermore decided on for me.

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