Chapter 16.1- Doom Days
Added 2024-12-31 23:17:47 +0000 UTCI stared at my reflection on the conjured mirror. I was wearing presentable robes and had come up with a good plan after research into the intended target. Getting a date was a lot like an assassination, I had come to learn. You had to learn the target’s likes and dislikes, the ins and outs of their daily routine, and then stalk them for a long period of time before deciding the right time to strike. For me, that would come at the end of Arithmancy class. That was the time where she was most excited, without being overtaken by excitement like she would have been after Ancient Runes or Charms. It was a good course that left her in a good mood, unlike Potions, or even Defence Against the Dark Arts now that we had been saddled with the delightfully charming Mr. Wetherby who droned on and on about the dangers of practical magic.
I checked my watch and noted that it was almost time for her to be done with the class. I knew that she did not want to be asked out in private. In fact, she looked down on men who did that, seeing them as cowards. I’d gotten that from riffling through the mind of her friend, Hilda Hilgerth. Sure, I wasn’t going to risk using legilimency on her because it was possible that I’d accidentally leave behind some impulse to say yes to me and then that would take all the fun out of this game of mine, but her friends were free game. A good thing they were because I would not have realised that unlike literally every other woman in the world, she despised both flowers and chocolates.
Of course, she had an affinity for jewelry so I’d gone ahead to have something simple and tasteful made. It was a simple silver necklace with an emerald in the pendant. Expensive, but not prohibitively so. Most ministry workers would probably be able to afford something like it if they saved for a bit, of course I hadn’t needed to do any saving and had just been able to wave away the price like it did not matter- because it didn’t.
