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Try Me || Vic & Lyra

Diagon Alley wasn’t really where Lyra wanted to be during her summer break, but her mother had sent her for ingredients for some potion or another. And since her other siblings were otherwise occupied, Lyra was thrown out of the house with more than enough money and instructions to be back by nightfall.  Slug & Jiggers Apothecary was packed on a Saturday afternoon and Lyra pushed through the crowd, a bit roughly to try and get to the shelves she needed. It was her intention to grab the shit from the shopping list and spend the rest of the afternoon drowning herself in spiked butterbeer and seeing what trouble she could manage. 

That was her plan until she spotted Victoire Weasley standing by the eye of newt, glancing at the different versions, totally lost in thought. Lyra smiled and placed her basket on a shelf, sliding up behind the other student, her voice soft behind the girl’s ear. “Fancy meeting you here.” Ever since their little tryst in the courtyard, Lyra had been a little bit lighter towards Vic, at least when no one they knew was around. 

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I’m No Good || Lyra & Vic

Seedy didn’t even do this place justice. It was probably the darkest dingiest bar in all of Diagon Alley. The lights almost glowed black with hints of green. The cobwebs added to the atmosphere and it was pretty clear this place was not meant for your average wizard. Which was why Lyra was saddled up to the bar finishing her first glass of firewhiskey as she flipped through the Daily Prophet. 

This was her kind of place and she’d become a regular of sorts over the past year. No one messed with her, the name gave her enough protection, but the few bar brawls she’d won didn’t hurt either. The other reason Lyra loved this joint so much was because she was the only person in Hogwarts that came here. The students thought it was cursed and the teachers were all too pure to step over the threshold. It was her little dungeon, so when she saw a flash of golden hair out of the corner of her eye, following by the sinking feeling in her stomach, Lyra knew something wasn’t right. 

She hid behind her paper at first, peering over the top as she watched Victoire Weasley move up to the bar with a man Lyra knew to be trouble. He didn’t look it though, rather clean shaven, well dressed and polished, but Lyra had seen his trick before, almost been victim to it. Why on Earth had he set his sights on Weasley? 

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You of All People || Vic & Lyra

The dungeon was too loud, the courtyard too bright and the halls too crowded. Lyra had even wandered to the library in search of some peace and quiet, but it was to no avail. After an hour of searching for somewhere, anywhere to be but with people, she had all but given up, resigned to listen to her roommates gossip and giggle through her headphones, until a door in a wall appeared just as she was passing. 

Lyra had heard rumors of this place. The Room of Requirement. A place that only presented itself to those in need. “About fucking time.” Lyra grumbled. She’d been wondering if her father had made this place up all those years ago. She turned the handle and stepped inside, the door closing behind her before she could even decide whether this was where she wanted to be.  

Lyra had expected to see a room with maybe a comfortable couch or chair, possibly something to eat while she drown out the world, but instead she stood at the entrance to a maze, hedges that appeared to reach up to the ceiling. “What the actual fuck?” When the blonde turned to leave, the door disappeared, only a brick wall remained. “Brilliant. This is a great fucking joke.” She tried a few spells to hopefully reveal the door, but nothing worked. Suddenly the floor beneath her lit up, an arrow pointing into the maze. The Slytherin sighed, resigning herself to whatever this was as she stepped into the massive maze. This couldn’t end well, could it?