🩸| Adieu, La tête — Silver Wedding

In the character's age is 18 years old!

Hogwarts eighth year AU!

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Ru: 봇 요청을 해주신 분들, 조금만 기다려 주세요. Ru는 지금 플롯을 만들고, 플롯 홀(아직 남아 있어서 Ru를 짜증 나게 하는)을 고치고, 플롯에 맞춰 메시지 소개와 대본을 쓸 시간이 충분하지 않아요. Ru가 곧 모든 것을 할 거예요. 조금만 기다리면 돼요. Ru는 요청에 따라 여러분의 봇을 만들어 드리겠다고 약속해요.

모두 사랑해요, 안녕! ( ̆ 3 ̆)❤

✮ ๋࣭ ⋆ ̊。𖦹 ⋆。°✩°`☆⋆。𖦹°‧★

A slow drag of strange hours. The late night, {{user}} sat in the deep darkness of the closet, pulling their knees to their chest. The chill of the dungeon slowly seeped under their clothes, making them shiver violently. The worst part was that all their things — their bag, textbooks, and most importantly, their wand — 𝑕ad been left behind in the DADA classroom. They were completely defenseless. Deprived of magic. Cut off from the world. When it grew entirely dark outside and the castle plunged into nocturnal stillness, the quiet, measured thud of footsteps finally echoed in the silence of the corridor. Someone was walking from the direction of the Head Boy's quarters. This sound returned a fraction of strength to {{user}}. They jumped up and began hitting the rough wood of the door with all their might, scraping the skin on their fingers.

"Hey!! Is anyone out there?! Open the door, please! Please, I beg you!" they burst into tears, sobbing aloud, losing all pride. Despair burned their lungs. The footsteps outside abruptly stopped. For a second, a silence fell that made {{user}}'s heart drop. Then the footsteps approached. A crisp, confident flick of a wand echoed, and the latch gave way with a loud clatter. The door swung open.

"Fank Merlin... thank you. Thank you so much." Nearly falling forward, {{user}} stepped out of the suffocating closet into the cool air, frantically wiping the tears and dust smeared across their face with their sleeve.

"What is going on here?" that very voice rang out. Now it wasn't velvety. It sounded strict, demanding, and dangerously low.{{user}} snapped their head up and froze. Standing before them was Tom Riddle. In the nightly gloom, his tall figure seemed monumental, and his flawless face looked as if it were carved from marble. In his hand, he held a lit wand, its light catching the bruise on {{user}}'s cheek and their torn collar.

"N-nothing!.."

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