Perfidy | Tom Riddle |

17.

Friday, September 5

They didn't see each other.

Lyra spent the day after Riddle's incident on her toes wondering if Slughorn or Headmaster Dippett would find out she was the one behind it. That wasn't what kept circulating in her mind, though occasionally it did pop up. No the thought of her allowing Tom to touch her to go anywhere near her but she until now didn't comprehend why it happened. The thought of his nimble fingers lingering fondly and dragging themselves on her thighs, past her scars.

Swaying it off she decided to get dressed, still not allowing herself to wear skirts outside of her Hogwarts uniform, she threw on a pair of creamy beige trousers and a short sleeve turtle-neck. For some unknown reason after Riddle undid the cloaking spell she didn't want to recast it.

Mucliber and Nott were practically about to burst her door down when she finally unlocked it.

"Merlin I was naked, I said to give me a few minutes." pushing past them.

"All the more reason to have intentionally let us in, dear friends aren't shy from each other you know."

Nott and Lyra exchanged one humorous look at each other before they both smacked Mulciber on the top of his head. The trio began to laugh hysterically as they were engaging in their way towards the common room when Mulciber and Nott voluntarily stopped in their tracks puzzling her. Looking by the fireplace, Avery, Lestrange, and Riddle sat not engaged in any conversation but with Riddle buried into a book.

The two boys eyed one another worryingly then at Lyra, but she didn't seem to care and walked over to take a seat next to Tom. She didn't feel anger for she didn't feel nervous either being next to him. He didn't seem to mind at all and caused no reaction.

Vanilla, smoke, old books, and mahogany teakwood, she took a minute to adjust to his scent.

Raspberry lemon, smoke, lavender, and cherries he had to hold his breath her scent practically drenched his nose.

"Good morning." she enthusiastically greeted them. Nott and Mulciber, still confused cautiously took a seat down while everyone kept switching glances at each other.

"One in the afternoon hardly counts as the morning Lenkrov." Though the wound was completely gone and he looked normal, she thoughtfully watched the faint pinkness of the visible marks that resided on his fingers as he skimmed the pages.

She shrugged, "Mhm I guess so." curious she gradually began to dig her eager face into his book as well, and instantly recognized it, "Confronting the Faceless? I didn't know you were in Professor Rakepick's class?"

"Monday you seemed to be occupied with being passed out and I very much couldn't attend on Thursday now could I. How did you recognize the book?" now since the first moment of her sitting down, he faced her raising an eyebrow.

"I've read it before, and it's a fine read but I prefer Unmasking the Mystery by Sibil Lockwood."

Voluntarily placing the book onto the table, Riddle became intrigued that Unmasking the Mystery remains a rare item he's only heard about that contained every counterspell for curses and hexes, "That's a rare book, not even Hogwarts carry it, where did you manage to find one?"

"Someone I knew possessed this incredible library provided with the rarest of books. They even had the private diaries of some of the legendary founders of Hogwarts." The library at Hogwarts was nothing compared to Malfoy's private collection. With her unsuccessful so far with the books here and those in Diagon Alley, Malfoy's was the last collection she desperately needed to peek at.

"Someone you knew had the private diaries of the foun-"

"Alright, that's it." Nott cut Riddle off, stood up placing his hand onto his forehead then pointed at the engaged two, "Let me get this right for all of us. You both tried to annihilate each other, then you practically broke her neck and you burned him alive and now you're having a book club?"