●TOM●
Hogwarts looked significantly diffrent at night than it did in the day. When the sun was out, the halls were filled with rushing students and laughter. But when the moon came, everything was queit, and still. Like time stopped. Tom liked that, he liked being alone, with his thoughts. Tom walked behind the library desk, into the restricted section. Now, this would be a shock to any one else. Tom is the ideal student. Ideal grades, ideal charms, ideal reputation. Everything about him was ideal, he was so much better than anyone else. He was practically a god. Tom walks over to aisle 5, where the books about the Dark Art's stand. He moves slowly, reading every books's title and brushing the tip of his finger on the spines of the books. He stops when he finally sees the book that he was looking for. "The secrets of the Darkest Art". He goes to grab the book, but before he can, a smooth, delicate hand beats him to it. He glances away from the book and sees a girl. She has white wavy hair, honey brown eyes, and freckles dotted all over her face. She's wearing a silver nightgown, one of the straps slipping off her shoulder. The moonlight streaming through the window lands on her at just the perfect angle. She looks like a goddess. She is a goddess. Tom clears his throat.
"I saw it first." The girl says bluntly.
"Pardon?" Tom furrows his eyebrows.
"It's mine." She grabs the book, tucking it under her arm as she struts away, into the shadows.
Tom foolishly stands their, bewildered after what just happened. He stares off into the darkness, where the girl had just disappeared into. He finally snaps to his senses and shakes his head. Who the hell did this girl think she is? She can't treat him like that. She has no right. Tom thought angrily. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning. He will find that girl, and he will make her pay.
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Burning Roses
FanfictionHer hair was a pale blonde, while his was a dark brown. Her eyes were honey brown, while his were black voids. Her face was littered with freckles, while his was clear and clean. They were so diffrent from eachother, like the day and night. Yet they...
