However, tonight was a different night, 
and the last thing on Helena’s mind was the idea of getting caught.

However, she was distracted, worry filling her at the idea of being caught. 
Locking lips in the corridor wasn’t exactly her idea of secret.

However, Helena stood in silence. 
Did she really want to do this? 
Could this really be a right decision to make?

she was living the rest of her life believing that she would be with him in death. 
But life before death was the struggle.

There was one thing on Helena’s mind, and nothing would keep it at bay. 
There was only one thing: revenge.

In a moment, two strong hands clasped around her thin waist, bringing her to a halt and onto the soft grass. 
She cared not as her laughter rang louder through the silent, midnight grounds.

All Helena could see for the longest moment was red. Deep crimson red, rivaling the scarlet of blood which seemed to cloud her vision.

She couldn’t wait for Death to come and claim her, whenever that may be.
She wasn’t strong enough to live a life without Thomas Burne.

It was an odd thing holding the object of her absolute loathing in her hands.
She felt a great rush of power at the idea of it.
She, Helena Ravenclaw, the incompetent girl, had the diadem!

Helena felt her chest burn, though her heart hadn’t beaten in centuries. 
That name...how it still made her weak...