3. The Letter

~Lupin~

Lupin sits in dead silence, hidden away inside his tower. The only sound is the faint drip of a water leak, echoing against the bricks. He takes a feather in hand and dips it in ink, pausing as his hand hovers over the pages.

He glances over his shoulder, as if the feeling of being watched is too great to ignore, then returns to his papers.

A single letter lies before him on the wooden study desk.

This was never here before, Lupin thinks, a slight rush of panic rising in his chest.

He stands up abruptly and swiftly locks the door before returning to his seat.

His hands shake—not from fear, but from something older. Recognition.

With cautious fingers, he rips the letter open and begins to read.

Blank scribbles.

“How amusing,” he mutters.

Almost like a jinx, the ink begins to shift across the page, forming new words.

With a choking sense of realization, Lupin throws the letter across the room. It lands at the foot of the door.

It doesn’t stop.

The ink spreads, turning the page and envelope black and wet. It creeps across the walls like veins, and Lupin starts to understand.

This was no ordinary letter. It was cursed. 

The walls felt like they were closing in and it only took Lupin a moment to come to a conclusion. 

Someone wanted him dead.