Fate Encounter PV Closed

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The sound of pages fluttering around the vast library was lulling and peaceful compared to previous settings. Hogwarts castle itself was vast, it held an air of many different emotions. Though many of the foreign students seemed tense. Isadora understood that the tension and the fear that seemed to wash upon her when the sound of armor clattering to the ground loudly made one jump. As if Isadora expected the school itself to light up in flames, but of course that would be impossible? But alas so were those carriages blowing up in flames and claiming lives of innocent souls.

Isadora gripped the edges of the book as she was reading her sapphire blue eyes boring into the pages intensely as her mind seemed to think like a swirl of whirlpools in the vast ocean of her mind. Her mind was full of questions and thoughts after all she was truly confused as to why the explosion happened in the first place, but there was no point in thinking about that situation. Even though she felt a nagging thought. Half-breeds seemed to be feared and yet people did not realize they were children who did not ask for this life. Isadora herself was cursed with the fate of Lycanthropy, but it was her fault she knew that. Her fate well no her curse to be a werewolf was hers alone she did not heed the warnings of her mothers and she faced the consequences of her actions the curse that would drive anyone mad.

Sapphire blue eyes closed slightly, her ears perked hearing the pages flitter about the scritching scratching of quills on parchment that seemed to echo in the young girl's skull. Even the sound of the wooden chairs being dragged across the hard floor of the library seemed to rattle the girl's mind. Everything seemed to echo even though she knew it was not that loud in the library she knew that, but one reason the girl disliked being in the great hall many students old and young had no idea what indoor voices were the young girl always tended to pull her bandana down over her ears to help muffle the sound at least a bit.

With the hissing and crackling of the fireplace sizzled beside Isadora with the smell of burning logs and soot from the fire mantle. Once again the young girl opened her sapphire blue gem like eyes scanning the pages in front of her. While squinting her eyebrows slightly Isadora did not realize the book she grabbed spoke of lycanthropy. Was this a test? A sick trick by an unknown entity or was she truly clueless to the book that she grabbed in the first place? Either way she grew intrigued by the words spread upon the pages. At the same time her heart seemed to race slightly.

Werewolves? They were not human, but not fully canine. Monsters. Monsters that lose sense of their humanity. Monsters that could not care who they harmed. Monsters that had no self control, just the urge of a predator. Wolfsbane is the one thing that helped the monster inside.

Glued to the page of the book. Isadora almost did not hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Her mind clearly fogged as her mind seemed to swirl around with many thoughts. As the words in the pages seemed to jump off the page surrounding the girl's mind. Alas it was all in her head while the book laid firmly in her hands as she held it closely still reading the words on the old thin paper that rested in the book.

“Hello, Malen’kiy” [reducio]Little one[/reducio]

Isadora jumped slightly hearing a voice break her from her cursed thoughts. In the process she dropped her book, before quickly scooping it up off the ground holding it tightly to her chest as if the book was a dark curse in her life itself. As if the book held secrets only she knew of, but sadly the girl did not know much about her curse besides what she learned thus far.

“Are you alright today?”

Before the young girl could speak the older boy had spoken once more. Blinking the girl collected her nerves slightly. Of course a stranger would most likely assume from the event that happened prior would be the major reason Isadora was jumpy, but that was far from the truth. Especially since the girl had no idea why the attack happened and if Half-breeds were the ones who were targeted that would mean if anyone were to learn her curse would her life be in danger? What about her family? It's already so rough.

Taking a shaky breath to recollect her thoughts. Isadora feigned a soft small smile as she clung tightly to the book in her arms. She had to calm her nerves. There was nothing to fear after all, it was just a random carriage explosion that caught on fire, not necessarily an attack on half-breeds right?

Isadora regained her thoughts realizing that she had not responded to the older boy that was sitting in front of her. Blinking she took in the rather taller boys' appearance when they first met everything was a blur. With the chaos ensuing and all. His hair was a messy raven black color while his eyes seemed interesting. His left eye was bright green similar to an emerald shining in the sunlight while his right eye seemed like a cloudy blue during a summer evening. This boy seemed different from others she had met, but Isadora really only knew her cousins well and the village children, but they were family to the young girl as well.

“I am fine. Shaken, but fine.”

Isadora spoke softly, her tone was light though slightly shaky as she glanced slightly over at the older student curiously.

It was strange Isadora was not one who spent a majority of her time mingling, maybe when she was younger, but now the young girl was very cautious and never seemed to know who to trust or even befriend. Friends seemed to scare her especially for what lied deep down.

“You? Are you okay?”

Isadora spoke softly, curiously glancing at the older boy with her wide sapphire blue eyes tilting her head curiously. After all, the older boy did seem to do a lot of running the day prior. With all the chaos that seemed to ensue, but the older boy seemed to handle it better than Isadora did after all the young girl seemed to have a mere panic attack, a proper response for a situation like that, but not the best thing during a dreaded situation like this.

Isadora leaned back once more, holding onto her book still less tightly slowly forgetting the pages that she was just reading among those pages. Nothing but words written in the thin deteriorating pages of the book. The girl grew quiet just awaiting for the older boy to speak. Though he seemed interesting he did have a way of speaking, but Isadora was sure she must sound funny to the older boy herself with her accent.

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