You get caught in the rain and seek shelter in a gothic mansion
The master of the house is suspiciously quiet, and offers you a place to dry off by the fire, and a cup of tea, which he makes himself. There are no staff, which seems odd for such a fancy house.
The tea has an unfamiliar aftertaste, odd but captivating.
You are shown to a large bedroom where branches tap on the window panes and heavy blankets cover the four poster bed. The mirrors are covered and the air smells of cinnamon.
As the night wears on and your candle begins to burn low, you find yourself distracted by the large worn chest at the foot of your bed. Inside it you find letters, written in a beautiful script and signed by someone named Rose. The letters recount a tragic romance by the seaside, with details of passionate confessions and scandalous meetings.
You awake the next morning to an empty house. The fires have gone cold, and cobwebs grow in the corners. The whole place seems to have lost the glittering magic it held last night.
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All my life I hade been attracted to literature, especially classics. But never, never, has a book made me cry that much in life. A few days after the task I met up with Regulus for our rounds and there he gave me a book to read called Pride and Prejudice. I had heard a lot about it but never got the chance to read it, until now.
While starting the book I thought this would be like any other romance novel. The girl and guy meet, they talk, they fall in love and get married. But boy was I wrong. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this book would bring such an impact on me. The whole story of Mr. Darcy and Lizzy's love has blown me away.
Wanting to share this excitement I was feeling I quickly picked up a peace of paper and scribbled down :
Meet me at the astronomy tower at 12. Don't be late.
Getting out of my room and walking up to the owlry I felt an emotion unmatched. Never in my life had a book made me fell this way. As I made my way up the stares, with my head up in outer space, I had bumped into something or rather someone.
'Oh my" I started while picking up the books of the other person which had fallen from their hand. "I am so so sorry."
"It's alright." They said while leaning down to pick up my letter. "I think this belong to you."
"And this to you." I replied handing him his books and taking my letter. "You've got quite good taste in books. The Mill on the Floss, amazing."
"My friend suggested this to me." He said putting his hand out "Charlie Dalton."
"Y/N Potter, and your friends taste in books is impeccable."
Before he could say anything there was a noise coming from behind him. Looking over his shoulder I saw a group od boys all shouting and laughing.
"Yo Charlie boy, where you at?" Said one of them but stopped in his tracks once he noticed me.
"Hi." I said with a small wave.
"Guys this is Y/N Potter, Y/N the lads." Said Charlie introducing us.
"Hi, Y/N. Neil Perry." Said one of the guys with brown hair and a smile on his face coming up front to shake my hand. "It was quite amazing what you did in the task."
"My burned leg and I thank you." I said chuckling, making him and the laugh as well.
"I'm Knox." Said one of them waving at me. "Knox Overstreet."
"Cameron." Said another one with flat red hair.
"Todd Anderson." Added the dirty blond from the back of the group with a small voice.
"Pitts." Said the unusually tall one. "Meeks." Said the one next to him.
"Oo, those are two unfortunate names."
"We know." They replied with big smiles.
"Well this was quite nice, but I have got to do something."
"Oh yes, we wouldn't want to keep you." Said Charlie.
"It was nice to meet you all."
"You to Y/N." Replied Neil with a smile and with that I was in the owlry with Wilde, giving her the letter to give to Regulus. The whole group was very interesting, especially Charlie. Oh this year keeps getting interesting day by day.
(A/N) Finally a chapter!!! I know that this one is very short but this is all my mind could muster. I added a little spice in this one by bringing my favorite white boys in, The Poets. Hope you enjoy this and thank you for liking my story.
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