Arcadia woke up with the same routine as yesterday. It wasn't new but something about it never got old. It was fun to be able to take a shower then use a wand to dry off. It was a weird thing to say but she didn't mind, she never minded.
She got finished getting ready and was in the common room looking for the journal she had put down yesterday.
I know for a fact I set it there right after the lunch bell rang, then I was the first one back because I left my last class early. I wonder where it could be. Maybe it moved itself.
She figured that was a dumb thought and just let it go and she'd find it later because she had about 5 minutes to go to her first class. Her stomach rumbled. She didn't eat at all yesterday and she didn't even notice. She shrugged it off and said she'd eat during lunch.
She grabbed her Herbology book, completely forgetting the others and walked down to her first class. She wasn't the first one there this time but she was still kind of early. She walked in right after Draco and Blaise. Put together, they smelled like un-needed after shave, over-priced cologne and mint. It was a bitter mint but after a few moments, it was sweet as chocolate. It was a weird scent but Arcadia liked it. As soon as she couldn't smell it anymore, she completely forgot about it and there really wasn't any way to make her remember it again.
Herbology was boring as usual. They talked about Devil's Snare. Professor Sprout talked about them like there was no tomorrow. "Devil's Snare is composed of a mass of soft, springy tendrils and vines that possess some sense of touch. Devil's Snare uses its creepers and tendrils to ensnare anyone who touches it, binding their arms and legs and eventually choking them. The harder a person struggles against Devil's Snare, the faster and more tightly it binds them; if they relax, it will not kill them as quickly. Devil's Snare prefers a dark, damp environment and shrinks away from fire, so a well-placed flame spell such as "bluebell flames" will drive it away from its victims."
Arcadia felt like falling over and snoring. The woman was boring and looked quite disgusting. Her features were not the prettiest of things. She wasn't sure about how old she was but her hair was grey so she assumed old enough to be the great grand-daughter of dirt. Her hair was sticking up everywhere but it was kept under an old hat that has probably seen better days.
Arcadia snuck a look at all of the other students. Ron was sleeping, drooling at the most, and Hermione and Violetta were listening like there was nothing more interesting in the entire world. Arcadia sighed at the sight.
It's sad, really. She shook her head and continued looking around the room. She turned her head and saw Pansy talking to Teresa and she thought it was odd that Teresa was talking back because she was supposed to be Lee's best friend. She tried to spot Lee but she was only one seat over talking to Anthony. He was nice, caring, funny, and sweet and everything Arcadia ever looked for in a guy except he didn't have the look and he was just the stupidest block.
One more seat over was Blaise. He was actually quite nice when you got to know him. He and Arcadia secretly talked from time to time and he always asked about Cho. It made her sad and happy at the same time. Sad because they couldn't be together, but happy because he still cared enough to ask.
Why can't people be with people from other houses anyways? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. They deserve each other. I'm going to do something about that.
That was her last thought before looking over one last time at the platinum haired kid in the seat next to Blaise. She hated him. She was nice to him, and then when he got mean so did she. She tried to be nice again yesterday, hoping to start over, but he was rude as always so she gave up. She said fuck it and moved on. But at this moment, she couldn't help but want more than to be nice. He was cute for sure, but his attitude made his pretty face one of the ugliest things.
Not surprising, he is a Slytherin.
She slightly chuckled at her thought and turned back to the teacher and paid no attention what so ever.
She was ecstatic when the bell rang at 9:50 to go to her second class. She was not happy when she remembered she didn't grab her DADA or History books. She walked into the bathroom and cast a small spell to get her books.
"Accio DADA book." It appeared in her hands. She smiled at how easy it was. She loved the extra reading, plus it always came in handy. "Accio History book." The book appeared but not in her hand. It went into the sink that flooded a little while ago.
"Shit." She said. She then said a drought charm and walked off to DADA with 3 minutes to spare. She made it just in time to be seated next to Violetta and begin talking about boggarts. They were going to be talking about this a lot this year because you start doing the boggart things in year three.
Nothing about it was fun and nothing about history was fun either. Instead of taking notes, they watched a video that lasted all class period and it would last most of tomorrow's class period. Arcadia took this time to think about who the journal belonged to.
It definitely belonged to a Ravenclaw. A pure-blood to be exact. It could possibly be a boy but my bets are it's a girl. Went here around the 1940's. I'll have to check the library about books on the school back then. There has to be something like a yearbook of the sorts.
The lights turning on woke Arcadia from her daze and she grabbed her things and prepared to leave. The bell rang only moments later and she was off to Lunch.
Library or lunch? Her stomach grumbled. She ignored it. I'm not hungry. I'll go to the library and eat dinner later.
She walked to her common room and solved the riddle with ease. Only Ravenclaw had a riddle. All other houses had passwords. You could guess Slytherin's password was "Pure-blood" and Gryffindor was probably "Godric" or "Quidditch". No one really knew much about Hufflepuff so their password would probably be something random about them.
She walked to her bed and set her blue and grey messenger bag at the end of it and got her charms and potions book and stuffed them inside while setting the other books on the drawer next to her bed. She picked up her favorite novel "Great Expectations" and set it inside the bag with the other books. She took her bag and left her common room and headed to the library.
She searched shelf after shelf for books about Hogwarts in or around the 1940's. There wasn't much. She found Hogwarts: A History but she already read it twice and knew they book only contained things from 1965 and up.
I need new books. Where can I get new books? Perhaps I'll ask someone in the upper class.
She turned and saw one of the girls in her house just sitting down. She didn't mean to be a bother, but she needed to know.
"Excuse me." She said. "But may I borrow a moment of your time?"
"Yes you may." She smiled. "What can I do for you?"
"As sad as it may seem, this library doesn't have any books I need. Do you know where I can find any others?" She was hopeful, but not too hopeful.
"Well, there's always Dumbledore. He always has everything. There's also Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley. It's hard to go there at this time of the year without permission and most first years don't get permission to go there." Arcadia's face slightly fell and the girl saw this. "And, you didn't hear this from me. There's a restricted section of the library. It has all of the old textbooks that students aren't allowed seeing. Why they keep it here, I don't know. They should keep it in someone's office or something. Getting into it is easy though. You'd have better luck trying when no one is here."
"After hours?" Arcadia asked. The girl nodded and smirked.
Another damn Slytherin smirk.
She smiled back and walked off after smiling. She knew what she had to do but it would take a little while. The bell rang for her second to last class to start.
She reached her charms class and was whisked off into her own thoughts. She didn't even notice when the small teacher had walked over and asked her to perform the charm. She nodded her head in response and started her speech.
"Wingardium Leviosa." She pronounced it smoothly and with ease and they feather was up in the air within seconds. She teacher lightly clapped and walked off. She was back in her thoughts within moments.
That class seemed like it lasted two minutes, the next class seemed like it lasted two hours.
Her potions class was not fun that day. Snape was still kind of ticked about yesterday and he was even madder because in all of his classes they had to do the same potion as yesterday because no one got it right.
At least I have a chance to actually do the bloody potion.
She got everything she needed to make the potion and she was off. Sadly, they needed a partner for this and she got paired with Draco.
"Hello Weasel."
"Shouldn't you be calling Ron that?"
"I suppose. What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." She answered too quickly because a Slytherin knows that something's up when someone answers too quickly.
"Tell." He smirked.
Don't tell him. He's rude and won't care. That smirk is sexy though. What the bloody hell? Don't think that. What is wrong with you?
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Because you'll just make fun of me."
"No I won't. Promise." He smiled a semi-genuine smile.
I like that smile. I want him to smile all the time if his actual smile was half as brilliant.
"Fine. There's this book I need," She stopped and looked at his expression to see if he was going to mock her. He didn't seem like it. "And it's in the restricted section of the library. I was just thinking of ways I could get into it and find it without anyone noticing." He smirked.
"Sounds like a job for me. Want me to help? I have a few ways." She looked at him.
"What could you do?"
"I could—". He was cut off.
"Do your potion. Isn't that right Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked.
Draco nodded and went on with what he was doing and so did Arcadia.
The class was a fourth of the way over when the class finished the potion.
"Now everyone, tell me what you smell."
Everyone had a chance. Luckily Arcadia was last. She never really enjoyed liking guys because she couldn't have them but she did enjoy the company without the gossip and drama.
It was her turn and she walked up and slightly leaned and she didn't really enjoy being put on the spot.
"Well?" Snape asked.
She sighed. "Muffins," She laughed. "After-shave and mint. It's like a bitter mint but then it smells sweet. I hate mint but I like that."
She finished and she walked away and sat down.
"Do you know what you just described?" Draco smirked.
"Probably a guy that I would find attractive?" She laughed at his dumb question.
She wasn't sure what he was getting at but that smirk never faltered. The class ended and she was off to the great hall to finally eat. It was about a day and a half since she last ate. She was hungry and she had gotten slightly thinner and it helped her show off some curves she was starting to get but she didn't want to die by starvation anytime soon.
Someone grabbed onto her arm and tugged it gently. She turned around and she saw those gorgeous smooth silver eyes.
"I know how to get into the restricted section. You just have to find a way for us to become invisible in a way so we can get in."
She thought over the offer for a minute. "What will you get out of it?"
"I can't say." His expression was like stone but she knew there was a cost and she's find out eventually.
"I'll find a way. When and where?" She asked.
"After dinner, meet me in the library in the section of the library about invisibility." She nodded and walked off.
Dinner flew by and she had no idea how hungry she was. Arcadia ate a plate and a half that had everything on it. It wasn't that much but it was enough for her.
Arcadia got to the library before Draco and she walked to the invisibility section and pick up a book already opened to the page she needed.
"Really Draco?" She said.
"Are you going to say it or not?" She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Evanesco." (Yes, I know this is a vanishing spell not an invisibility spell.) She vanished and she was invisible to the ordinary eye but because they were both invisible, the magic somehow worked together and they could see each other.
"Hey, I can see you." Draco said.
"Obviously," She smiled. "How'd you find that spell?"
"People in my house use it on first-year things all the time. They haven't done it to me because I'm a Malfoy." He smirked.
"Lucky you, huh?"
"I'd say so. I got all the girls." Arcadia laughed harder than she had in a while. "What's so funny?"
"Because you truly believe that to be true." She smiled and walked to the restricted section of the library. "All it is is a rope. Why do we need to be invisible?" She asked.
"In case someone goes in and we get caught and besides, you think only a rope is what is keeping us from getting to the other side?" He was as serious as he could have been at that moment.
"Yes." She walked right passes the rope and into the restricted section of the library. Draco felt dumb but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.
"Are you coming?" She asked. He nodded and followed her.
"So what exactly are you looking for?"
"A book."
"Oh. I thought you were looking for a bloody pig."
"No, but one is probably out looking for you." She replied.
"What's that supposed to mean."
"I'm very observant. I see the way Pansy looks at you. I see the way she flirts with other guys but even then, she still looks at you. Violetta even noticed how much Pansy would love to fondle herself in front of you just so you would notice her." He smirked.
"You really like me that much, don't you?" She stopped.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
Draco closed the gap between him and Arcadia. "Think really hard. What did you smell in Potions today?"
"I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention to anything."
"Think."
"Uhm, Muffins."
"Other than that."
"After-shave and mint. Why? What does this have to do with anything?" She stopped. She knew exactly why he brought this up.
"What about right now? What do you smell now?" He smirked.
She didn't have time to answer because the library professor rounded the corner. "Who's there?" She asked.
Arcadia slowly led Draco out of the professor's way and against the shelf of books. She walked past them with a small light at the end of her wand. She rounded another corner.
Arcadia had been eyeing a book on the shelf across from her. She saw that book somewhere before. She slowly walked over to the book and picked it up.
How did the journal get in here? She opened it. When did a name get here? What the hell. Who is Kateryna Layla Mortis? I need to find a book on this girl.
"Can we go now?" She gasped. She forgot Draco was with her.
"You can go. I need to find one more book." She turned around to face him.
"Do you want me to stay?" He asked.
"If you want. I don't need help or anything." He nodded and started to walk away. "How do I become visible again?"
"It wears off. I'd hurry if I were you, it doesn't last that long." She smiled at him and he walked away.
There's no way I could be attracted to him. Well yes obviously I am but it can't be that bad of a crush. She wiped the thought from her head and continued to find any books on this girl. She didn't know why she was searching her, she was curious.
She found a book from the 1950's that had sections about the decade before. She grabbed it and walked out of the library and to her common room. She sat down and started reading about anything to do with Kateryna.
There was one section in the entire book about her.
She was 11 when she first went to Hogwarts and she was put into the Ravenclaw house and eventually she became close friends with Tom Riddle and they decided to make it to where they could no longer die. At age 15, the summer before his fifth year at school, he killed his muggle father and placed a part of his soul into an object and hid it with enchantments. He kept killing and ending up with 4 Horcruxes (A Horcrux is a powerful object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul for the purpose of attaining immortality. Creating one Horcrux gives one the ability to resurrect oneself if the body is destroyed; the more horcruxes one creates, the closer one is to true immortality. Creating multiple Horcruxes is suggested to be costly to the creator, by both diminishing their humanity and even physically disfiguring them) by the end of his 7 years at Hogwarts but she only killed two people in her years at Hogwarts and put her soul into just two objects.) She later stops talking to Tom in search of her own power and places her soul into 3 more items. Only one person knows what the horcruxes for both Tom Riddle and Kateryna Mortis are. His identity remains unknown to many but the Hogwarts staff is very fond of their leader.
She put the book on top of the journal and lay down with her thoughts.
Someone is Ravenclaw was actually bad? I've never heard of such a thing.
I need to know what those horcruxes are.
Why? It's not like you can even do anything about it.
You can try.
With that, she fell into a deep sleep.
