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You are Eva Orlov, Hogwarts' newest history professor-and you're not alone. Tom Riddle, enigmatic and brilliant, begins his tenure as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. From the moment you meet, an undeniable pull draws you to...
I pace through the chamber, the echoes of my footsteps mingling with the distant sounds of battle. The dank air and flickering torches make the underground passages feel like a labyrinth designed to test my patience and resolve. My frustration mounts with each passing moment; Eva should have emerged by now. I cast a frustrated glance at the entrance to the hidden passage.
"Where are you, Eva?" I mutter under my breath. She was supposed to find safety, to escape. If Grindelwald's men have her again, I'll—
The thought ignites a familiar, dangerous rage within me. Eva... she makes it so difficult. Everything turned out to be more complicated than I thought. I thought with her I have found a good choice. A good follower. But given all the dramatic events surrounding her it appears her life is just like my childhood. Her surrounded by useless people. But she will learn to get her will. She will learn how it is to be powerfull. Her stubbornness, her fire—qualities I both admire and despise them.
"My lord!" Avery rushes into the chamber, out of breath and clearly agitated. "Grindelwald's forces are retreating, but there's been no sign of Eva."
"Keep searching," I snap, the words laced with venom. "GO"
Avery flinches and nods before he hurries away, leaving me alone with my turbulent thoughts. Why do I care so much about her? She's a tool, a means to an end. Yet, the very idea of losing her... I clench my fists, trying to dispel the unwanted emotions. Useless.
Then, a scream pierces the air, chilling and filled with agony. My heart skips a beat—Eva. Without another thought, I sprint down the corridor, the sound of her distress guiding me. The passageway seems to stretch endlessly, but I force myself to keep going. As I run around a corner I nearly collide with Brutus, his face a mask of surprise. I have seen him before. I denied his presence in one of our meetings. Too agressive, too sloppy. "You." he snarls, but before he can react, I strike. My wand flashes, and he crumples to the ground, unconscious.
I don't have time for him. I need to find Eva.
Grindelwald's laughter echoes through the chamber as I reach the end of the corridor. I rush inside only to find emptyness. Nothing. A dead end.
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I stare at the empty room, my frustration boiling over into rage. Grindelwald's laughter still echoes in my ears, mocking me. Eva is gone, and I have no idea where she might be. The walls seem to close in around me, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and decay. I can feel my control slipping, the anger bubbling up to the surface.
I whirl around, my wand at the ready, and storm back down the corridor. Every shadow seems to mock me, every flicker of torchlight a reminder of my failure. How could I let this happen? How could I let her slip through my fingers?
