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xv | Parseltongue ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐘 a multitude of changes. Students were frightened to walk through the halls alone and huddled together in tight-knit groups, teachers were stricter and implementing curfews - the mere mention of the discovered myth brought goosebumps upon unscarred skins.
But, Valeska ought to set her gratitude to the Chamber as it brought Dumbledore's mentorship to a sudden halt, giving her more freedom to do as she please - to find it.
However, it did not deter Rolf Scamander from expressing his worries and trailing behind her like a lost cihld. Especially now that the news of Colin Creevey's petrified body situated in the hospital wing spread like wildfire.
"What are we to do about Colin, Valeska? We can't just leave him like that."
Valeska didn't spare the saddened boy a look as she walked him to History of Magic despite her reluctance, "If we could do anything then Mrs. Norris wouldn't still be petrified."
Rolf tightened his hold on his books as he held them against his chest, "But, he's my friend, I'm partnered with him in Herbology, please, Val? I know there's a cure somewhere, I-I could even help you look for it! Or, I could send a letter to my grandfather? He'll help us, I know it!-"
A tight-knot tangled within her chest at the mention of the man as warm-saliva built up in her mouth, forcing her to choak it down with a clenched jaw. Blood rushed to her heart and clutched it with such force that stationed Valeska's steps.
"The professor's are already working on a cure, Rolf, we are nothing but another possibility in their assumptions," her words sliced through the air like a dagger cutting skin.
The only sound that filled the silence being the creaking protests of Valeska's leather gloves as she continued to clench her fists until she could almost feel her nails through the material.
Rolf looked down, his chin skimming the top of his books as he kept his breath steady. Rolf was a free-spirit, someone who turned to humour in the face of fear, and he often turned to that humour to envoke a conversation with the girl, even going as far to tease and mock her. However, it was times like this when the jokes and laughs became a distant memory at the reminder that Valeska Asvaldr was not a free spirit.
Valeska was caged, and barred, her name whispered in praise and fascination like a lion in a circus. Her teeth posed as razors as she spat the venomous words that stipulated the sun to turn away in shame. Her mind tormented at the life she expired before she'd even experienced puberty.
In Rolf's world of wonderland it was often easy to forget the danger that stalked by his side.
"W-well, we'll find the Chamber, and put an end to this. I just know we will," he said, giving a brief smile to her before walking into the door of his class.
