Vipera's Secret
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Sleep didn't work tonight.
I lay there for what must have been hours, eyes open, tracing patterns on the wall above my bed with my eyes. Counting my dormmate's breaths. Counting seconds. Counting the number of nights I stayed widely awake. None of it worked.
So I stopped trying: Insomnia got the best of me lately.
The dormitory was silent as I slipped out.
Curfew had passed a long time ago. Yet I wasn't exactly sure what time it was.
As I exited the dungeons, I walked across the endless corridor calmly, as if it was almost a habit. the moonlight splashed across the high window carved in the stone wall onto the floor
The castle looked best like this. If I had to make a guess, I would say it was around 2am
I knew where I was heading to the moment I stood up my bed: the toilets. Well, not exactly the toilets. The Abandoned Toilets, the one that leads to the most magical place of Hogwarts, but my opinion may be biased.
A faint smirk curved around my lips at the thought. Most people avoided this place, "too creepy", "too quiet", "too full of rumours" but people didnβt understand what it truly held.
Their loss.
I pushed the door open slowly before walking to a specific sink, I was welcomed by the familiar sound of drops of water onto the cracked stone floor. It was such a habit for me to sometimes "disappear" in the Chamber that my foot basically dragged me there.
Then suddenly,
A sound.
Broken. A sob.
I stopped and looked around the dark, broken room, wondering who was awake at this time.
Action: N/A
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 3
Abilities: Parselmouth
"That's crap-puccino" Sta 5 | Eva 6 | Str 2 | Wis 7 | Arc 9 | Acc 6 |
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Vipera's Secret
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Vipera's Secret
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The sob suddenly stopped
Weird. I listened into the pipes but in vain
Someone was here. In the bathroom.
I didnβt move at first. I listened.
It came again. Whoever it was didnβt want to be heard.
My gaze shifted slightly, adjusting to the dimness, tracing the outlines of the sinks, the cracked mirrors, the shadows that clung too closely to the corners. And then there.
A figure. A familiar one.
Curled in on itself just enough to suggest weakness.. People didnβt come here unless they were hiding something.
I exhaled softly through my nose, more out of acknowledgement than sympathy.
βCrying in here?β I said at last,βHowβ¦ original.β
I didnβt step closer. Not yet. I was trying to hide a smirk.
Instead, I leaned slightly against the cold stone beside me, arms folding with quiet precision, eyes fixed on her- analysing her figure.
Ophelia.
What was she doing here int he middle of the night crying?
βYou're not very good at hiding things, Lia, who hurt you?" I continued, tilting my head faintly. I could chose not to care. I didn't really care. But Lia grew on me somehow like an insect I couldn't get rid of so I'm afraid she will have to live the consequences.
I straightened just slightly, attention shifting, not to her, but beyond her. Down the corridor. Listening again, "Ruined my night walk" I muttered under my breath
Action: N/A
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 3
Abilities: Parselmouth
"That's crap-puccino" Sta 5 | Eva 6 | Str 2 | Wis 7 | Arc 9 | Acc 6 |