❝𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.❞

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As a child of a pureblood family, there were many things that I was taught. One of the most important ones was that every move should be carefully calculated. One word could reveal a thousand important secrets but hide the double of that behind it.

That was the thing with pure-bloods, really. We had it put into us since childhood, that we must know how to read between the lines of the words that the others said and put our real words between lines too.

Everything was hidden, carefully concealed yet in plain sight in front of, the words spelling out each thing in a crystal language only if you were smart enough and knowledgeable enough to know it. And if you weren't, then well, it evaded you completely. You could search for a million years and never find what you were truly deceived from.

I was taught the interpretation.

It all lies in their eyes, spoke my father. And yours must look like that too.

He told us that it was the glimmer in the eyes that told you. The dark, maniac little spot that told you the truth. That showed their true intentions. Those eyes would tell you everything, unless, of course, you chose not to make eye contact.

And you must never, ever, NOT make eye contact. Mother chimes in.

It was the mark of a proper pure-blood, lying right to your face in honey-coated words and phrases that seemed to make no sense.

That was what else I remember of the night that decided my fate.

My parents tell me they had never hidden anything from me, and their eyes are adorned by the same glimmer they told me to look out for.

Frustration prevailing in my head as I turned around from them, walking away as the heels of my footwear clicked against the polished wood floors of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Climbing up the staircase, my fingers clutching the railing tightly as my nails dug into the wood, scratching it as I ascended.

A voice sounds behind me, "The wood will be dented beyond repair by the time you've reached upstairs."

I turn around, almost falling and catching myself.

Brown eyes stare into mine, no glimmer hidden behind them. Curls fall into the face of chiselled cheek bones, sharp chin and impeccably handsome features. A lith and thin body, from what I could see, typical of just one particular family.

"Regulus Black." I realise.

In response, he just smiles at me and then he is gone.

I thought of it as I saw the Black family sweep into King's Cross Station. All eyes turned their way, and while most turned away on seeing who it was, some lingered.

My parents, of course, saw them, and so me and my older brother were dragged away to greet this branch of the Black's.

I sighed. Knowing them, this was just their way of agitating the family, to get in a casual jab about their runaway son.

So I followed them, lagging behind them. I looked at the clock against the wall of the platform, glad to see that it was already 10:55 pm.

I turned to see my parents already having walked up to the Blacks, and hurried to catch up to them.

"Mother, Father," I started as soon as I walked up. "It's time to board the train."

My mother looked, anger veiled behind her blue eyes. It was a thin veil, almost transparent. I could see the fire burning in her eyes.

When my father looked, his eyes were softer. Call it what you want, I was his favourite, despite being a daughter and not a son.

"Yes, I suppose it is. Let's go, shall we?"

My mother nodded. She was helpless in front of my father's words.

And yet, when she turned to me and muttered, "I shall talk to you later, Leora.", I swear I could realise the deception in her eyes.

This deception was a tricky thing. It had to be placed carefully, perfectly. If it wasn't, then there was no point to it⸺ it was nothing but empty words that were meant to fool others but instead ended up being hollow.

It was magic we spun with words, much more beautiful than our real one. Stringing beads of gold onto a chain so elaborate that someone who didn't know of it would feel the madness and insanity seep in as they tried to decipher what we meant by it.

And in the way my mother's eyes deceived me, I knew that talking wouldn't be enough of a punishment for me.

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The eyes told the truth, but they could foster secrets in their dark corners too. Every lie had a ring of truth to it, and every truth had a ring of a lie to it.

There was a ring of truth in my lie as I told my best friends, Elliana Borgin and Poinsettia Parkinson that I was fine and just had a lot on my mind.

They were excited, of course, to see me after so long. But they, too, could see that my greetings were feeble-hearted and my mind was somewhere else.

I had no shortage of thoughts, no shortage of events that I could think about to keep me occupied. There was plenty that haunted me and many hours of thought I could spend trying to find out how to evade it all.

And so, they talked in hushed voices about me and how I wasn't the same.

But you tell me, how could I ever be the same if my very own freedom had been ripped right out of my hand? If I were soon to be freed from one prison only to become an inmate in another?

These thoughts filled my mind as I drifted off, the same nightmare replaying in my mind like a memory in a Pensieve.

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I awoke an hour before we reached Hogwarts and watched the pink and orange hues of the sunset mingle with each other. It was a beautiful scene, the sky adorned with watercolours as they merged together and separated, enchanting me with their serenity.

It was their way of saying, There is always something to appreciate around you, but you selfish humans seem to always neglect it, for you drown in misery in your own lives.

I agreed with it and thought of how I was only bringing myself down as I watched the light shades blend into a velvety navy blue with glittering dots amongst the folds of the fabric.

The stars twinkled at me, too. Little did I know that they were telling me, Beware, child of the Earth, for your life, is going to twist upside down into something beautiful and tragic at the same time. 

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Adhara's Letter!

Lmao Grammarly says that my writing sounds nervous, but it's not. And you've guessed it, this book is going to have shorter chapters but I'm still very, very excited.

And is it just me, or is the population of toxic Snovers on wattpad constantly increasing and the Q in the title is off? Idk, both these things confuse me.

QOTD: RED TV WAS OUT TODAY DID Y'ALL LISTEN TO THE 10-MIN VERSION OF ALL TOO WELL!

AOTD: I DID, AND FUCK WAS IT A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Taylor is a queen.

Anyway, bye!

Loads of Love,

Adhara!

( Lmao Grammarly is still saying that the text sounds nervous, I- )