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1 September, 1945
•••The Hogwarts Express whistled through the winding tracks, cutting through the rolling hills like a dark ribbon in the night. The English countryside blurred past in a rush of deep blue and green, but Eden Inkwood didn't notice. She sat alone in the back of the train, cold and tired, in a worn-down cabin. Her eyes were fixed on the window, tracing the faint reflection of her face—pale and unreadable. This was it. "A new adventure," her mother had kept insisting enthusiastically, but all Eden felt was dread. She couldn't shake the nagging feeling that every whispered word about her family was waiting for her at that dreary school. Witches had always loved a good dose of controversy—especially when it came to the Inkwoods.The whispers about her family had always been there, just beneath the surface, in the halls of high wizarding society, where the Inkwoods were both revered and reviled. The Sacred Twenty-Eight had once been her family's peers, their pure-blood status as solid as the foundations of their power. But the Inkwoods never quite fit the mold.Her grandmother, Edith, had been the first to speak out against blood supremacy. Over the past couple generations, her family's progressive views had earned them nothing but scorn. Eden's parents had raised her with those same ideals—equality, unity, and magic without prejudice. But to the old families, those ideals were nothing short of blasphemy. It had been a quiet rebellion, but a rebellion nonetheless.Now, here she was—sitting in an uncomfortable chair, heading toward Hogwarts University, with her family name trailing behind her like a shadow. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself off the train. Maybe I'll get lucky and crush my skull, she thought bitterly. With a heavy sigh, Eden pushed away from the window and glanced at the empty seats ahead. She missed home. She missed the scent of her mother's gardenias and roses, which bloomed year-round thanks to her father's herbivicus charm. She missed Bubsy, their only house elf, freed by Edith and employed by the Inkwoods. She missed the library, where a constant warmth radiated from the giant granite fireplace at the heart of the shelves. She even missed the spiders that festered in the ceiling corners. The Inkwood Estate, nestled in rural Bath, felt impossibly far away now—a distance that left a knot in Eden's chest.Eden had never been this far from home. The Inkwoods were a reclusive family, preferring to stay within the confines of their estate, surrounded only by their own. They had always been... a bit eccentric. To the outside world, the only glimpse they saw of the sacred family was her father, Ambrose, who worked in the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry. Her mother, Elowyn, was a Muggle. It was easy to see why she preferred to stay at home. However, she had managed to make a few friends, like the Weasleys, who came by every Saturday for lunch and tea.Nervously, Eden began picking at her hangnails, her mind racing. They were close now, she could hear the woman with the sweets cart passing by, announcing, "Ten minutes till arrival! Ten minutes till arrival!" Eden slipped her hand into the pockets of her brown wool blazer, her fingers brushing against a skinny cigarette. It fell between her two fingers as she brought it to her lips. A soft spark flickered to life, igniting the cigarette on its own. She took a sharp inhale, watching the smoke curl and twist in the air. Looking out the window again, she watched as the train chugged across a stone bridge, the distant landscape blurring by.Hogwarts University... Could this be the start of a new adventure? Eden fell into deep thought, taking another drag. Papa had always said he had an extraordinary time there. If only she could find one friend—just one—who could make everything easier. But making connections had never been her strength, and that terrified her the most. She hadn't had many friends growing up, not with her family being voluntary outcasts. The one person she could always count on was her grandmother, whom Eden admired with all her heart. Edith was the closest thing Eden had to a confidante, and she, too, had a fire—a constant, unstoppable force.Growing up, it was hard for Eden. Her emotions were too big for her tiny body to contain. The Inkwoods learned early on just how powerful Eden could be when those emotions erupted. At only three years old, she sent all of her mother's fine china flying through the dining room window, simply because she couldn't find the words to ask for her milk to be warmer. Strange things happened around Eden—things no one could explain. While other children might have imaginary friends, Eden had an invisible rope that followed her wherever she went.Her parents never believed her, not until one day when Eden simply vanished. No one could find Little Eden. Her mother, frantic with worry, searched every room in the house and ran down every garden path—nothing. It wasn't until Edith followed the sparkling rope down an old, abandoned trail that she found Eden, playing among some ruins. That was when Edith finally understood: Eden had inherited the gift.Eden squeezed her eyes shut as the loud whistle of the train signaled its arrival at a halt. Outside her cabin, one of the house representatives walked past the misted door window. Tall and lean, he paused momentarily to shout, "Please make sure to grab all your belongings and head toward the carriages... The exit is to your left, Nott." His annoyance was evident, tight on his lips, though his voice remained smooth and rich—like chocolate. She might've swooned if not for the situation she was in.Stumbling to her feet, Eden clumsily grabbed her heavy trunk and coat, forgetting to put it on first. She tried wedging the trunk under her arm, reaching for her broomstick."Come, Jasper," she huffed, opening the door and nearly getting bumped into immediately. Jasper, her scruffy tuxedo cat, was nestled in the corner of the cabin. He looked up tiredly, mewed, then stretched his back with a long arch before lazily following his owner.She waited for the seemingly endless crowd of students to pass before deeming it safe to cross. Stepping off the train, she felt a wave of relief as she stretched her legs after the exhausting eleven-hour journey. "Head towards the carriages," she reminded herself, spotting a sign that read "Hogsmeade Station." She flicked the last bit of her cigarette onto the ground and followed a group of students down a set of stairs, she caught sight of a wooded area ahead. The road was a dirt path, lined with a row of carriages on each side, illuminated by a solitary lamp post. Eden glanced back to ensure Jasper was following—he was—before approaching a carriage where three students were already waiting. She briefly reached out, petting the thestral that was attached to the ride, before steadying herself to lift her trunk onto the carriage. The three students, two Ravenclaws, and one Gryffindor, were engrossed in conversation, oblivious to the new arrival. Eden was more than okay with that.Eden sat quietly, cradling Jasper in her lap as a soft purr rumbled from his chest under her gentle touch. Her gaze remained locked on the castle now fully revealed before her, an awe-inspiring sight. The massive stone fortress stood majestically, bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight. For a place as exclusive as Hogwarts, Eden was taken aback by its vastness. How would she navigate her way around such an enormous place? As the carriage slowed to a stop at the gates of the university grounds, she carefully disembarked, nearly losing her footing. The three students, previously unaware of her presence, turned their attention to her, their confused expressions and hushed whispers unsettling her. Despite the sinking feeling in her chest, Eden straightened her back and pressed forward, bracing herself for the unknown challenges ahead.••• As Eden crossed the threshold into the grand entrance of Hogwarts, the sheer scale of the castle's interior took her breath away. The vast stone walls stretched high above her, adorned with flickering torches that cast dancing shadows across the ancient tapestries. The murmur of students echoed faintly through the corridors, mixing with the sound of her footsteps on the polished floor."Ah, you must be Miss Inkwood," a warm, yet authoritative voice called out. Turning, Eden saw a tall, distinguished-looking professor approaching her. His robes were a deep emerald green, accented with intricate silver embroidery that shimmered subtly in the dim light. His sharp features softened by a welcoming smile as he extended a hand."I am Professor Alaric Thorne, I teach Advance Defense." he introduced himself, an Irish twang to his voice. His eyes twinkled behind a pair of half-moon spectacles. "Welcome to Hogwarts University. We were expecting you."Eden shook his hand, Gathering her wits together. "Thank you, Professor Thorne," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt."Come, I'll escort you to the Great Hall," he said, gesturing for her to follow. "Your Sorting Ceremony will begin shortly, and you wouldn't want to miss it."As they walked, Professor Thorne provided a brief overview of the castle, his voice calm and reassuring. Eden took in every word, the grandeur of her surroundings adding to the surreal feeling that had settled in her chest. Eden struggled to stay present, the overwhelming rush of change threatening to pull her into detachment. Her heart pounded wildly against her chest. Breathe... just breathe, she whispered to herself, the words barely audible. She took a few deep breaths, finding a fleeting calm as Professor Thorne's gaze shifted elsewhere. She would have time to process it all later. For now, she just needed to get through the sorting ceremony and supper.Eden often wondered which house she might have belonged to if she had attended Hogwarts Academy. Students were sorted into their houses in their first year, remaining within them even as they progressed to university. Her education, however, had taken place at home, under the meticulous tutelage of her grandmother. It wasn't until last fall that her father declared she would be attending university.
"Oh, Ambrose, does she really have to go? It's not as if she hasn't been trained as a bloody Keeper," Edith had exclaimed, exasperated.
"This is not up for discussion, Mother," her father had replied, the weariness in his voice evident as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's important to me that Eden furthers her education. I went to that same school and had the absolute time of my life!" His voice lifted with enthusiasm. "She needs to get out. She needs to connect with people beyond our family. She needs to experience life, Mum."
Eden had sat silently in the shadows of the staircase, barely daring to breathe, afraid that even the slightest movement might give her away.
"She already has an obligation! To this family! As a Keeper!" her grandmother had retorted.
"Splendid. Then it'll be easier for her to fulfill that obligation while living right above it," her father had countered, moments before a door slammed shut, echoing through the house.
"Miss Inkwood?" Professor Thorne's voice broke through her reverie, drawing her attention back to the present. They had reached the towering doors that led to the Great Hall, the murmur of voices drifting through the heavy wood."When the doors open, you'll proceed to the front of the hall," he explained. "Headmaster Dippet will be there to guide you with further instructions." Eden gave a slight nod, absorbing his words. Professor Thorne's smile widened, his eyes crinkling kindly. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, my dear. I look forward to seeing you in my class." With that, he tapped his wand lightly on the brass handle, and the doors opened with a low, resonant hum.Eden stepped into the expansive dining hall, unaware of the sudden hush that followed her entrance, her attention captured by the ceiling above. She had read about the starry night sky and floating candles of Hogwarts Academy, but Hogwarts University was different. Its ceiling was enchanted to display the northern lights, shifting hues that mirrored the season and time of day. Instead of floating candles, tall candelabras were scattered throughout the hall, their flickering flames casting a warm glow. At the front of the room, a massive stone fireplace loomed behind the Professors' table, adding a sense of grandeur. Four long rows of wooden tables stretched out across the hall, each filled with students seated according to their houses.A few snickers echoed as Eden continued to take in the awe-inspiring room, oblivious to the attention she had drawn."Any day now would be greatly appreciated, Miss." a man's voice cut through the quiet, his tone a mix of impatience and weariness. Eden turned her gaze to the speaker, who she assumed was Headmaster Dippet. The students' quiet chuckles grew louder, rippling through the hall.Eden's eyes widened as she realized she hadn't followed Thorne's instructions. Avoiding eye contact, she hurried to the front of the hall, where Headmaster Dippet stood beside a stool, a worn leather hat perched atop it.As Eden's gaze fixed on the hat, the headmaster began to speak. "Before I begin my welcome speech, we have a new addition to our school. Since she did not attend Hogwarts Academy, she needs to be sorted." His eyes met hers, and with a brief clearing of his throat, he motioned for her to turn and face the students. Mortified but obedient, Eden complied. "Please give a warm welcome to Eden Inkwood."A murmur spread through the hall, an electric buzz of curiosity and whispers. Eden's existence had been a topic of mystery among the elite, with many doubting she was even real. Now, standing before them, she wished for nothing more than to vanish beneath a rock."Silence!" the headmaster barked, his tone sharp, clearly regretting the stir he had caused. "Now, Miss Inkwood, please sit on the stool so we can get this over with. I'm only supposed to be borrowing the hat for a few hours," he muttered, his grumbling fading into the background.Eden turned, closing her eyes as she settled onto the stool. She kept them tightly shut, bracing herself as the heavy leather hat was placed on her head."Hmm... How intriguing, an Inkwood, indeed! It's been quite a while since one of your kin graced my brim. Yes, yes... the last was your cousin, if memory serves," the Sorting Hat began, its voice boisterous, resonating deep within Eden's mind. "Passionate, powerful, clever... oh, and a touch ruthless. Like a spark in a tinderbox, aren't you?"Eden remained silent, unwilling to let anything slip."Well-trained, too, I see. Quite the package, aren't you? Oh, but there's no need to speak, my dear. I see it all clearly enough," the hat continued with a chuckle. "But there's something more... ah, yes, your ambition. It simmers just beneath the surface, eager to grow. You've kept it well-hidden, but not from me."The hat paused for a moment before declaring, "I know just the place for you... SLYTHERIN!"
Oh... Oh no.
The hat's final word echoed through the hall, met with a thunderous cheer from the Slytherin table. Eden opened her eyes and, with trembling legs, rose to her feet. Headmaster Dippet motioned for her to join her new housemates. Barely thirty seconds later, he began his welcome speech.Eden made her way toward the Slytherin table, scanning the sea of faces for a hint of warmth or familiarity. Her stomach was screaming."Inkwood! Over here!" called a voice. Eden's gaze shifted, spotting a blonde girl waving from the back of the Slytherin table. Grateful for the invitation, she quickly moved toward her.She sank into the small space the girl had made for her. "It's lovely to meet you, Miss Inkwood! I'm Druella. Druella Rosier," the girl said, extending her hand. Eden took it, offering a shy smile. "Nice to meet you, Druella. I'm Eden... But you already know that," she added, mentally cringing at her own awkwardness.Druella chuckled softly and glanced toward Dippet, ensuring he wasn't paying attention to their whispered exchange. "How was the train ride?" she asked, her curiosity genuine."It was fine... I hated every second of it," Eden admitted, rubbing her stiff knee. Druella laughed louder this time, a twinkle in her eye. "Ah, tradition. Such a waste of time. We do have a Floo Network, you know.""You're kidding!" Eden exclaimed, disbelief coloring her voice. She made a mental note to send a strongly worded letter to her father. He hadn't mentioned the Floo Network, a detail she would have greatly appreciated.Dippet shot a disapproving glance their way before clearing his throat and continuing the conclusion of his speech."I was assigned to be your roommate," Druella whispered, keeping her lips still as she watched Dippet wrap up his speech. "Professor Slughorn informed me earlier, before your arrival, and said I'd be your guide if you ended up in this dysfunctional house.""Oi, we are not 'dysfunctional'!" A lanky, blonde-haired young man beside Druella chimed in, his voice playful. "We are gods amongst ants, Druella!"Druella rolled her eyes before turning back to Eden. "Like I said, dysfunctional," she added with raised brows."And now, without further ado... let the feast begin!" Dippet's words were followed by a sudden pop as the tables filled with an array of dishes. Soups and stews, poultry and pork, vegetables and roots, tarts and cakes—all scattered in a deliciously chaotic spread.The young man's eyes lit up at the sight, and he immediately began helping himself, heading straight for the sausages, their crispy skin releasing a mouthwatering aroma."This is my brother, Rudolphe. He's like one of those enchanted mosquitoes buzzing incessantly near your ear," Druella introduced, eliciting a laugh from Eden."Rude," Rudolphe retorted, throwing a mock glare at his sister before turning his attention to Eden. "When Druella was ten, I caught her kissing a stone statue of a prince she was absolutely smitten with—"THUD!"See what I mean? You foul little demon!" Druella snapped, glaring as Rudolphe yelped in surprise, laughing deeply. "Serves you right," He declared triumphantly. Their banter continued, drawing amused glances from those nearby—except for one."That's enough, Rosier," a familiar, rich voice commanded from across the table. The same voice from the train. The sound sent a jolt through Eden, her stomach dropping. Instantly, the siblings fell silent.Eden turned her gaze toward the source of the voice. He was tall, even while seated, his posture straight and imposing. His face bore a firm, unreadable expression, and his dark brown eyes were so deep they nearly appeared black. Was that... a glint of crimson in his iris? Eden blinked, uncertain.The mysterious young man cast a final, piercing glare at Rudolphe before turning back to his meal, ignoring the group entirely. The atmosphere felt as if it had been vacuum-sealed, and Druella, ever the peacemaker, forced a cheerful smile, nibbling on a spoonful of peas as if everything were perfectly normal. Eden observed Rudolphe's attempt to resume his conversation with another student, valiantly pretending the air hadn't just grown ten times heavier."Did the journey treat you kindly, Miss Inkwood?" A smooth, cultivated voice chimed in. Another blonde young man had taken the seat across from her, his smile practiced and polished. "Abraxas Malfoy," he announced, extending his hand with the precision of someone who'd practiced introductions in a mirror. Eden reached out to shake it, but before she could, he swept her knuckles to his lips for a genteel kiss, earning an internal grimace from her."A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Malfoy. The trip was... exhausting, but otherwise fine," Eden replied, careful not to let her exasperation seep through. The young man's striking blue eyes gleamed, his smirk as sharp as his cheekbones, which seemed to be competing with his ego for dominance."Please, call me Brax. I must say, it's a tragedy I wasn't chosen to escort you through the halls. What an adventure that would have been," he drawled, his eyes taking a not-so-subtle detour southward. Eden suppressed a shudder. Gross."Let's all be thankful she wasn't stuck with you, Brax," Rudolphe quipped, sending a ripple of laughter through the group. Eden noticed, for the first time, just how many were gathered around—eight in total. Each seemed to radiate confidence and charm, save for one who remained aloof, his presence a black hole of brooding intensity."Who's the one with the stick up his bum?" Eden whispered to Druella, her eyes avoiding the man in question.Druella didn't need clarification. "That's Tom Riddle. And trust me, you don't want him hearing you say that," she murmured back.Tom Riddle. The name sent a ripple through Eden's mind. It didn't belong to any notable pure-blood family she knew. How curious. Why did they seem to defer to him? Who was he? As she pondered, her gaze drifted to a bowl of mashed potatoes. Riddle...Suddenly, a piercing pain shot through Eden's mind. Someone was trying to invade her thoughts. She inhaled sharply, steeling herself as she reinforced her mental defenses. Frantically, her eyes scanned the room until they locked onto a pair of dark, penetrating eyes—Tom Riddle. For a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of them. His gaze was intense, a sinister glint in his eyes, and a smirk curled at the corner of his lips, as if he'd already won an unspoken battle.Her heart pounded in her chest, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away. He was still probing, pressing into the corners of her mind with relentless force. Her grandmother's warnings echoed in her thoughts, urging her to remain calm. Drawing on the meditative techniques she'd been taught, Eden steadied her breathing, slipping into a serene focus.With every ounce of willpower, she pushed back, feeling his grip tighten as though he intended to crush her resolve and extract her secrets. The pressure was immense, far more than she had ever prepared for, but she refused to yield. Slowly, methodically, she slipped free from his grasp, retreating into the safe recesses of her mind.Riddle's brow lifted slightly in silent acknowledgment, a flicker of something close to admiration in his otherwise cold demeanor. Without another word, he turned back to his meal, dismissing her as if nothing had happened.Eden forced herself to look away from Tom's unsettling gaze, the palms of her hands suddenly sweaty. She could still feel the phantom weight of his smirk, like a dark promise whispered. Slytherin wasn't just a dysfunctional house—it was a goddamn labyrinth, and she'd have to learn how to navigate it without detection. As the noise of the hall swirled around her, one thought echoed loudest: this was only the beginning.•••
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••• A low rumble reverberated through Eden's ears. Her eyes snapped open, her breath surprisingly steady despite the oppressive atmosphere. A soft, blue light emanated from behind her, casting eerie shadows across the vast chamber. She stood in a cavernous space, the air thick with dust, making her cough as she took in her surroundings.Turning toward the light's source, she recoiled slightly. Hovering before her was an enormous, swirling metal sphere, its presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. Its sheer power made her skin tingle, as though it might dissolve under its force. She knew this place—her grandmother had always spoken of it with a mixture of reverence and fear. The Final Repository. But why was she here? How had she even arrived?Her thoughts were interrupted by a coarse, throaty laugh echoing through the cave. Eden spun around to see a figure approaching cautiously, wand raised in a gesture of surrender. Instinctively, she reached down to her boot strap, only to find her wand missing.
Fuck.
The man halted a few paces away, his icy blue eyes locking onto hers. There was something unsettling about his gaze, sharp and penetrating, making it difficult for her to meet his eyes. His neatly combed, graying hair framed a face that tried to offer a disarming smile, but the emptiness behind it sent a chill down her spine. His gestures felt hollow, devoid of genuine warmth."I see the conflict within you, sweet girl, the struggle to find where you belong. The repository can give you clarity, purpose even. Let me help you harness it. Together, we can silence the chaos and find peace. You don't have to face this alone."The strange man made a gesture to put his wand away before timidly reaching a hand out to Eden."No," another voice rang out, resonating through the cavern with a commanding presence. A few seconds had passed before Tom emerged from the shadows, his posture rigid and assertive. The older man spun around, his teeth grinding together in disdain as he faced Tom.Tom, however, didn't spare him a glance. His gaze was fixed solely on Eden, unwavering and intense."You need to trust me, Eden. Not in empty promises of utopia, but in the reality of what we could achieve. You and I, we're the same. We don't follow; we lead. Let me show you what true power feels like." He stopped a few meters in front of her, his hand held out as well. She felt unmoored, as though she had been plucked from time itself and thrust into this exact moment with no memory of how she arrived. The atmosphere was thick, charged with a magic so potent it seemed to hum through the air. Before her stood the two men, each vying for control, but their presence was dwarfed by the overwhelming power radiating from the levitating sphere. She knew instinctively that neither of them belonged here, in this dark and ancient place.Taking a step back, her body vibrated with the sheer force of the magic emitting from the sphere before her. It pulsed rhythmically, a steady heartbeat that resonated in her chest, filling her veins with an intoxicating heat. The power was alluring, washing over her like a wave of ecstasy, making her feel invincible, unstoppable. Yet, beneath that overwhelming surge of euphoria, there was something more sinister—a torrent of raw emotion. Sorrow seeped into her bones, limerence wrapped around her heart, jealousy whispered in her ear, and rage simmered just beneath the surface of her eyes.The magic was a living thing, both a gift and a curse, threatening to consume her even as it promised liberation. It was a tempest of sensation, chaotic and unrestrained, and it took every ounce of her will to keep from succumbing to its allure.It was wild. It was overwhelming. It was hers to command... Or destroy.•••Eden jolted awake, beads of sweat threatening to fall down her face. She lied still for a few moments, trying to steady her breath, realizing that dawn hadn't yet come. Her gaze fixed on the ornate canopy above her bed, the thick, centuries old drapes cascading down in a tapestry of luxury. The room was bathed in a soft, eerie glow from the dying embers in the fireplace. Across the room, Druella was asleep, her steady snoring filling the otherwise silent air, one arm sprawled out of bed as if claiming the space around her. Eden's mind wandered to the fire, the faint orange flickers reminding her of how strange it was to think that, deep underwater as they were, the smoke had nowhere to escape. She chuckled to herself, quickly dismissing the thought with the simplest answer—magic.Eden pushed herself up from the bed, wincing as the cold cobblestone floor bit into the soles of her feet. The room was dim, but she could make out the shape of a sturdy wooden desk to the right of her bed and the tapestries that lined the walls, depicting animated knights galloping on horseback. The ceiling drew her gaze, its dome-like structure intricately carved with delicate patterns, crowned by a circular window at the apex. Through it, the still surface of the lake mirrored the blackness of the night. She turned her head and spotted Jasper curled up at the foot of her bed, his small form rising and falling with each breath. Relief washed over her as she recalled losing track of him and her suitcase during her arrival, shortly after Professor Thorne greeted her. The events of the previous night rushed back to her, a whirlwind of feelings. After the feast, there had been no time to reflect on anything. Druella had practically yanked her through the corridors, eager to show her the Slytherin common room. Along the way, Druella had enthusiastically recounted tales of magical artifacts, each one more eccentric than the last, her excitement barely contained as she shared the stories behind each item.
"I've spent half my life walking past these beautiful things, and I don't think I'll ever tire of them." She sighed, her voice distant, as if caught in the nostalgia of her academy days.
"So, Hogwarts Academy is actually within the same castle, right?" Eden asked, still puzzled, especially since she hadn't seen a single child here.
Druella nodded, her expression brightening with excitement. "Yeah, through spatial partitioning. The founders knew they needed an advanced school of witchcraft and wizardry, but they also realized the importance of separate spaces, Thank god," she added with a chuckle. "So they discovered the practice of creating intertwined, yet two distinct realities within the castle. It's said that all four founders had to contribute blood to make it work. What's honestly most impressive is how each reality operates independently. Academy students live in their own version of Hogwarts, while University students navigate theirs. And there are even transitional portals for professors to move seamlessly between the two. It's pretty fascinating stuff. I wrote a four-foot essay on the subject back in my sixth year."
The air around them grew cooler as they descended toward the dungeons. The bright blue moonlight from the tall gothic windows began to fade, replaced by warm reds and oranges that illuminated the otherwise dark and gloomy hallways.
"That's truly fascinating," Eden remarked, her gaze dropping to her feet, which moved in sync with Druella's. "They don't mention much about it in Hogwarts: A History. I suppose they assume you'd already know, especially if you've attended."
Druella shrugged. "That's true, but it's also a concept that few, even wizards, can grasp right away. Most who come to this school but still struggle to understand it end up ignoring it altogether." She looped her right arm casually through Eden's left, her voice light. "Hardly anyone ever wants to discuss it with me. They look at me as if I were a three-headed dog!" Druella pouted dramatically before giving a bright smile. "We're here!"
Shivering, Eden darted toward the adjoining bathroom, her bare skin prickling in the crisp autumn air. She closed the door behind her, the small room dimly lit by lanterns whose flickering flames had blackened the surrounding walls with soot. Approaching the old porcelain sink, she turned the iron knob, letting icy water gush over her hands before splashing it onto her face. She grabbed a nearby towel, patting her skin dry. As she lowered the towel, her gaze caught her reflection in the mirror. The reality of being there still felt surreal. Her meadow-green eyes stared back, filled with uncertainty.The evening's supper had drained her. Despite spending most of the day alone, the sheer energy required to socialize had left her exhausted. Her grandmother had taught her how to wear a charismatic mask, but the effort always took its toll. The thought of facing another crowded meal made her stomach churn. She knew she'd have to brace herself for breakfast soon enough."I can do this. One step at a time," she murmured softly, exhaling deeply before leaving the bathroom. She moved quietly toward her trunk, retrieving her toothbrush, a jar of her mother's homemade toothpaste, and her bath soap from her toiletries bag. Padding back across the room, she noted that Druella was still fast asleep, her breathing steady and undisturbed.Eden quickly brushed her teeth and turned to the elegant clawfoot tub. She pulled back the curtain and twisted the shower knob, the pipes groaning in protest before releasing a high-pitched whooop! as water sputtered out. She waited patiently as the water warmed, the bathroom gradually filling with swirling clouds of steam. Once the water was hot enough, she stepped in, letting the warmth envelop her. She washed slowly and thoroughly, as though scrubbing away the remnants of the previous day.After finishing, she wrapped herself in a soft bathrobe and noticed the lake's water above beginning to glow with the first light of morning. She moved swiftly to her trunk, pulling out her neatly folded uniform. Behind an ornate room divider, she dressed in the crisp white button-down shirt, gray wool vest, and blazer adorned with her house emblem. She slipped into the long wool pleated skirt, pantyhose, and polished black loafers, each piece fitting perfectly into the school's distinguished aesthetic.For the final touch, she returned to her trunk and retrieved a small vial of perfume oil, lovingly crafted by her mother from the gardenias and roses in their garden. She dabbed it onto her wrists and neck, the familiar scent grounding her in the comforting memories of home. Eden glanced at herself in the floor-length mirror near the divider, adjusting the strap of her leather messenger bag over her opposite shoulder."Time for breakfast, I guess..." she muttered shakily, her reflection offering no comfort.She nudged Druella awake, but the girl barely stirred, struggling to stay conscious for more than a few seconds at a time."Oh, just go on without me," Druella groaned, pulling the blankets tighter around her, "I'll meet you there." Moments later, her snores filled the air. Eden couldn't help but smile at how easily the girl had fallen back asleep.She turned and made her way down the winding hall, her shoes echoing softly against the metal bridge that connected the floors of the Slytherin tunnels. In the distance, the faint sound of droplets hitting the ground echoed in the quiet. As she walked, she had to carefully sidestep the hanging kelp that grew in thick clusters from the ceiling, their tendrils swaying in the damp air.As Eden neared the exit of the dormitory, she stepped into the expansive common room. The walls were carved from the same stone as the lake itself, and the windows loomed like skyscrapers, towering above the students. Through the glass, wildlife drifted by, some weaving through the tall fields of swaying seaweed, others gliding past in peaceful silence. The cave-like room was warm and inviting, thanks to four fireplaces crackling to life, a welcome contrast to the freezing temperatures of the Black Lake.Eden wandered deeper into the space, her eyes drinking in every detail, the splendor of the room capturing her full attention. Her thoughts, however, were soon interrupted when she turned ever so slightly, only to find Tom Riddle leaning casually against one of the stone pillars, his presence commanding but effortless. His sharp eyes, dark as night, held her gaze with a quiet intensity. He had his arms wrapped loosely around his torso. "Enjoying the view?" His voice was smooth, almost too smooth, laced with an understated arrogance, but there was a hint of something else—an almost imperceptible curiosity. He pushed himself off the pillar, stepping closer, his movements deliberate and measured.Eden felt a subtle shiver run down her spine, though she refused to show any sign of discomfort. He was, without a doubt, unsettling in his composure."I hope that dinner wasn't too overwhelming for you last night," he continued, his tone shifting slightly, as if he were trying to sound more sincere, though it still carried that faint, unspoken superiority. "I may have come across as... overbearing. I do apologize if I made you uncomfortable." His lips curved just slightly, a smile that was calculated, more of a gesture than a true expression of integrity. "Sometimes, I forget how to temper my words when I'm surrounded by... less refined company."There was an edge to his apology, but it was expertly hidden beneath layers of glamour. He held her gaze unwaveringly, as if daring her to see through the mask he so carefully wore.She offered him the most artificial smile she could muster. "Last night was... lovely, thank you for asking," she said, her tone flat. "I found the company to be the most intriguing part of supper, actually." The final words carried a hint of disdain that she couldn't quite conceal. She turned and walked towards the nearest fireplace."However, I can see how your temper might falter after such a long day on the Hogwarts Express," she continued, her voice steady. "Is it typically your responsibility as house representative to ensure the students arrive safely?" The question was casual, but her mind drifted to the voice she'd heard behind her door earlier, that same intoxicating voice which was laced with annoyance. She forced herself not to shake her head. Intoxicating? Ridiculous.Tom's eyes glinted with a flicker of amusement, though his voice remained even. "I appreciate your understanding, Miss Inkwood," he said smoothly, the words sliding from his mouth like velvet. "Yes, as a house representative, I do take certain matters -important matters- into my own hands. Ensuring the students' arrival is just one of those duties. I wasn't aware you even knew I was onboard." His gaze flickered momentarily to the flickering flames, before returning to her with a sharper focus.A pause hung between them, then his voice softened just slightly, though his expression remained steady. "But I do tend to grow... impatient, as I'm sure you can relate, When things aren't as efficient as they should be."He took a half step forward, his posture graceful, yet imposing. "As for the company at dinner," he added, his tone light but with an edge of something more... "I couldn't help but find you quite intriguing, Miss Inkwood. You made an impression, I suppose." His lips twitched again, a small, knowing smile that never quite reached his eyes. "And why is that?" she asked, her voice barely concealing the tightness in her chest. With every breath they shared in the room, the weight in her throat grew heavier. Her mind flashed back to last night, to the way Tom had invaded her thoughts the instant he'd gotten the chance. She stared at him now, her gaze steady, carefully maintaining the calm façade she'd perfected."Why?" He repeated, his laughter laced with subtle mockery. "Because, Miss Inkwood, you're an enigma, aren't you?" He took a step closer, his presence pressing in, almost suffocating. "So... intriguing to us all," Haunting eyes flicked down her form, a slow, deliberate sweep. "Like a new, shiny toy waiting to be played with." He licked his lips, and Eden couldn't help but notice how deliberately soft they looked, even from a distance.They stood in silence for another moment, Eden frozen, too disoriented to properly react, while Tom seemed to savor the tension hanging thick in the air."Well," he said, his brow lifting in mock amusement, "I must be off."And just like that, he turned on his heel and vanished up the stairs, leaving Eden to grapple with the lingering aftermath of his presence.•••Eden stepped into her first lesson of the day, Advanced Ancient Runes. The classroom was nestled in the west tower of Hogwarts, where the tranquil ambiance encouraged deep concentration. She immediately noticed the large circular window framing a breathtaking view of distant snowy mountain peaks. The walls were lined with towering shelves, brimming with ancient tomes and rune-inscribed artifacts. The students were settling into their heavy wooden desks, each equipped with rune-carving tools, blank stone tablets, and quills crafted from exotic feathers. The desks were arranged in a semicircle, ensuring a clear view of the professor and the rune-inscribed blackboard at the front, covered with layers of parchment and ancient scripts.Eden chose a desk closest to a corner of the room, hoping to remain unnoticed. She placed her bag down and meticulously organized her parchment and ink jar. As she worked, her mind drifted back to her encounter with Tom that morning. His words had unsettled her, their charm laced with an underlying menace. His eyes haunted her, lifeless yet glinting with something she couldn't quite place—avidity, perhaps? She was jolted from her reverie by a voice beside her."Looking forward to Professor Morrow's class?" A boy with a mischievous smile had taken the seat next to hers. His emerald eyes sparkled with an easy warmth, and the light freckling across his sharp features gave him a boyish charm. His curly chestnut hair framed his face, and his Slytherin crest gleamed on his uniform.Eden blinked, pulling her thoughts away from Tom's unnerving gaze. "Yes, actually, very much. Runes is one of my favorite subjects." She smiled. "I've heard Morrow is tough, but by the end of her class, you know runes like the back of your hand." She chuckled, recalling her father's "advice" about the professors still teaching from his school days.The young man grinned, "Don't worry, she's tough but fair. Oddly cheerful despite her strictness. Just don't let your mind wander too much... she notices everything." He leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, a playful glint in his eye. "Nikola Avery, by the way.""Eden Inkwood," she replied, shaking his hand. "Though, you probably already knew that."Nikola feigned surprise. "Did I? Hmm, name rings a bell. Were you sitting near Ru at dinner last night?" He smirked as Eden gave a sheepish laugh, recalling his presence at the Slytherin table.Their conversation was interrupted by a warm, authoritative voice. "Good morning, class! Settle in, please." A short, plump woman with disheveled orange hair appeared at the center of the semicircle. Her deep indigo robes shimmered with silver runes, and her rosy cheeks were framed by a cheerful smile. Her ink-stained hands rose to call for attention.She waited patiently as the last students settled. " I am Professor Zofia Morrow, and welcome to AAR! With determination, anyone can grasp the magic of ancient runes. They are the very foundation of magic, predating wand use. It is with the utmost importance that we always keep runes within our studies... Now today, we'll begin with runic wards and seals. A nice refresher.""Can anyone explain runic wards and seals?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room. "Yes, Miss Inkwood?"The class turned toward Eden, who raised her hand slightly."Runic wards and seals are specific runes used to protect, bind, or control magical forces," Eden replied confidently, drawing from her Keeper knowledge."Excellent, Miss Inkwood! Just excellent!" Professor Morrow beamed. "Runic wards act as protective barriers, shielding against harm or intrusion. They can be triggered by proximity and can alert their creator if tampered with. Seals, on the other hand, bind or contain magical entities or forces, often used to trap creatures or volatile magic. Wards protect; seals contain. Remember that." She turned briskly to the board. "Wards require a primary rune for purpose and support runes for strength. Seals use containment runes for restriction and barrier runes to prevent escape. Today, you'll practice creating your own advanced wards and seals."•••The day had flown by in a blur. Eden stepped out of her last class, Arithmancy, and after asking a few students for directions, made her way to the library. Despite the bustling corridors and crowded classrooms, she found herself enjoying the day more than she expected. Now, she eagerly anticipated the quiet solace of the towering shelves. It was only the first day, and she already had three essays due. Determined to get as much done as possible before supper, she quickened her pace, ready to immerse herself in her studies.Eden wandered deeper into the library's maze of shelves, her fingers trailing along the spines of ancient texts. The library was quieter now, most students having left for some free time, leaving behind that distinct musty-paper smell she'd always loved. She paused at a particularly old tome, its leather binding cracked with age, when hushed voices caught her attention."-the Inkwood girl-" The words drifted from a few rows ahead, followed by urgent shushing.Eden's breath caught in her throat. She knew she should walk away, her grandmother's voice echoed in her head, warning her about the dangers of curiosity - but her feet remained rooted to the spot. Through the gap between books, she could just make out Abraxas Malfoy's platinum hair, his drawling tone too muffled to decipher.
Oh, to hell with grandmother's warnings.
Careful to keep her footsteps silent, she moved closer to the source of the voices, her heart drumming an erratic rhythm against her ribs.
Just a little closer...
"-tonight in the usual spot," Tom's voice cut through clearer than the others. The girl stopped in her tracks. "Don't be late."There was a shuffle of movement, the sound of chairs scraping against wood. Eden's eyes widened. Shit. Shit. Shit. She spun around too quickly, her elbow catching a stack of precariously balanced books. For one horrifying moment, time seemed to slow as she watched the tower of texts begin to tilt.
No, no, no-
In her panic to catch them, she managed to knock over not just one stack, but send another pile tumbling in what felt like the loudest cascade of books in wizarding history. She abandoned the falling texts and fled, her face burning with embarrassment, nearly tripping over her own feet in her desperation to appear casual.She all but dove into the nearest chair, yanking a random book off the shelf as she went. Her hands trembled slightly as she opened it, trying to slow her breathing, which seemed thunderous in the sudden silence. Her mind raced. Had they heard? Of course they had heard—the entire castle had probably heard her.The soft tap of approaching footsteps made her stomach drop. They grew closer, deliberate and unhurried, like the steady tick of a clock counting down to her doom. She could feel a presence behind her, something dark and magnetic, casting a shadow across her shoulders."Ancient Runic Bindings," Tom's voice came smooth and low near her ear. "Interesting choice of evening reading, Miss Inkwood."Eden's fingers tightened on the book's pages as she turned to face him. •••