Aconitum: Part 4
Lysander didn’t follow too close. He didn’t know why he was following in the first place. Valeria appeared as though she did not want to be followed. Perhaps it was his overwhelming sense of curiosity that he hardly ever satisfied simply to keep himself out of trouble. But as night fell, Lysander had nothing to do. No where to be. And he didn’t know the grounds like his fellow students. He didn’t know the secrets it held, nor the kind of secrets that students might have.
He fell behind her once or twice, but was able to catch up. He was growing a tad tired of having to sneak about, so he decided to just get her attention by calling out her name.
“Valeria?” he called, then jogged up to meet her.
“Immobulus!”
The Whomping Willow’s branches are tamed, frozen in time under the faint gleam of the moon’s light, a silver orb halfway into the sky. Lumos. Wand still in hand, Valeria is about to make her way towards the tree’s roots, when she suddenly hears her name. Whipping her head around, she comes face-to-face with somebody she thought she would never cross paths with again: Lysander.
Her pulse starts to race. Not at the sight of him, of course, but because she is caught at a time she absolutely does not want and cannot afford to be discovered by anybody. In the spur of the moment, the minuscule Slytherin side of her wants to perform the Imperius Curse on the wizard, just to get him out of the way. However, Valeria knows better than to cast an Unforgivable Curse. I can just use a memory charm, she rationalizes with herself.Though, she is curious as to why he is here.
“If there’s any unfinished business you have with me, let’s settle it quickly,” Valeria hastily declares. Time is of the essence. Especially on a night like this one.
