"you are a lie."

"Eleanor!" Eiden's voice called from the chairs by the fireplace as Eleanor walked down the stairs from the girl's dorm.

She snapped her head towards the blond-haired boy who sat among his friends, excluding Tom Riddle.

Abraxas sat in an armchair while Leomund sat on the floor leaning against the armchair. Eiden and Aeres sat on another couch next to them.

"Come sit with us," Eiden said once she acknowledged them.

Eleanor was on her way to the library for some reading. All her homework was completed and she had no upcoming tests to study for so she thought that Saturday would be the perfect day for reading.

To be specific, researching more about her magic, and necromancy. Ever since Frances helped her discover she was a Necromancer she was determined to find out more about it. She knew it dealt with resurrection, but she had no idea how to go about using that magic.

She supposed sitting with Eiden would not be too bad, and it would be impolite to refuse. Though she ached to find more information, she knew it could wait.

"Patience is a virtue," her father's voice rang through her head.

Besides, she was on her way to becoming good friends with Eiden, despite the aching voice of reason in her head that told her to stay away from people.

"I'd be delighted," she answered the boy who had been waiting for her reply.

He grinned and shoved Aeres over to make room for her. She gave him a polite smile and sat down, taking out a book to keep her busy.

Leo sat on the floor trying to complete his Potions essay. Abraxas had long given up on it, his supplies carelessly scattered around on the coffee table.

"Eiden, can't I copy your essay?" Leo groaned from his spot.

Eiden laughed, "I haven't even started with that, mate."

Leo groaned once more, throwing his head back against the chair. "I swear these Professors want us to fail with the work they give us!"

Eleanor caught herself smiling at the boy's complaints, she found it rather amusing.

She remembered how she used to complain about doing homework in her first and second year to her Tutor. She hated homework. She always put it off until last minute, resulting in near illegible scribbles being handed in.

In her third year she began to write much neater when she needed to. However, in instances such as class, she still wrote in an untidy mess.

She decided to put an end to the boy's misery, "I can help you with your essay, Leo. You can't copy it, but I'll at least give you points for each paragraph."

He groaned once he heard he couldn't copy her essay down but was grateful nonetheless.

After half an hour of helping Leo structure his essay, Tom Riddle decided to grace the group with his presence.

He sat down in the armchair across from Abraxas, leaning back into the soft material. He sat up straight, stiff and alert, yet looked relaxed all the same. He brought his hands together in front of him, fiddling with what seemed to be a ring on his finger, and moved his eyes over each person there.

Eleanor watched as the boys became less rowdy, all avoiding Tom's gaze.

"Morning, gentlemen, Miss King," Tom greeted with a smooth voice, his gaze landing on Eleanor.

She looked him in the eye, "Morning, Riddle," she said.

Eleanor did not like Tom Riddle. She could tell he was manipulating the entire student body as well as the staff. The way his 'friends' acted towards him, almost as if they feared him, gave her more reasons not to trust him.

She looked at the clock above the fireplace, she could leave now and go to the library. She didn't like being near Tom, it always felt like he was studying her, trying to pick apart her secrets.

She'd be damned if he figured out any of them.

Eleanor stood up, flattening her skirt behind her. "Well, I best be going," she smiled at them.

She began to walk away when Eiden stood up. "You're going to the library, right?" He asked. Once she nodded in affirmation he continued, "Let me walk you there."

Eleanor had to admit she was annoyed by the constant interruptions but she put on an act. She didn't mind Eiden's company though. She quite liked spending time with him.

She nodded and the two walked to the Library.

After a moment of silence, Eiden spoke up, "You don't seem to like Riddle."

Eleanor furrowed her eyebrows at the question, she didn't think he liked him either. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"Oh, um, no, not at all. I was just wondering," he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck.

Eleanor smirked, the boy was easily flustered.

They arrived at the library, and she turned towards him. "Thank you for accompanying me. I'll see you around," she smiled.

"Bye," Eiden grinned before turning and walking down the corridor.

Eleanor signed, thankful to be able to search the library once more. She walked in but was stopped by the librarian. She held in a groan at the interruption but turned to face the librarian with a polite smile.

"You're in here quite often, aren't you?" She said, the wrinkles on her face creasing as she smiled. The librarian, Madam Myers, was an old lady that had been working at Hogwarts for many years.

"I do quite like reading," Eleanor said through a false smile. All she wanted was to go find some more books. The need for more information ached in the back of her head.

"I suspect you would have been placed in Ravenclaw if you had not been in Slytherin."

"Perhaps." The Sorting Hat did after all want to put her in Ravenclaw.

"Any certain book you're looking for?" Madam Myers asked. Her eyes shone with youth, surrounded by books she lost track of time.

Eleanor thought about it, perhaps the librarian would allow her to take a look in the Restricted Section.

"I've been looking for books on old forms of magic." she began, careful with how she worded her sentences, "I do enjoy history and magic is quite fascinating."

The Librarian pursed her lips as she thought about it. "Books like that would be in the Restricted Section.  You do seem like a trustworthy young lady, so I will give you permission. I do quite learning about history myself." She smiled.

Eleanor smiled and nodded at the librarian, before rushing towards the Restricted Section. She smirked once her back was turned, it was so easy getting her to give Eleanor permission to enter the Restricted Section.

She stood before the large bookshelves and sighed. Most of the books had no titles or were written backwards or in different languages.

She had a long day ahead of her if she wanted to find even one book on Necromancy.

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Heyy hope this is an acceptable update!

I wanna cry so that's a thing

But I felt like y'all deserved an update so hope you enjoyed!

– walkingmasterpiece xx