Monster From Hell | Tom Riddle

forty three

The next week goes by quick. Saturday has come by again. To my surprise I woke up to snow falling from the sky and onto the white powdery ground with billions of other snowflakes. We haven't gotten that much snow this year, so it was good to see it.

I didn't talk to Tom for the rest of the week. I usually ignored him and I guess he did the same with me. He didn't say a word to me.

I spent most of my afternoon after breakfast outside, admiring the snow and walking around near the dark lake, which was now frozen solid ice.

As I was walking I came across a beautiful rose bush with roses scattered all over it. I walked up to it and started stroking the roses with the tip of my finger. I was stroking the rose when a soft hand reached from the rose and picked it. I looked over my shoulder to see a charming Ravenclaw boy with poofy brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Do you like roses," He asked in a soft tone.

"Uh...yeah, I do like roses. They are my favorite flower." I told him.

"Same here," He said as he handed me the rose, "What color do you specifically like?" He asked as he picked another rose from the bush.

"Red," I replied.

"Red? For me I like pink, maybe white even." He said.

"Thank you. You know, for the rose." I thanked him.

"No need to say thanks. It's just a small gift from me. Who are you? I don't think I've seen you around before."

"Victoria, Victoria Larson." I told him, "You are?"

"Beckett," He replied, "Beckett Anderson."

"Hm," I mumbled to myself as I looked down at the rose in my hand, "What are you doing out here?" I asked.

"To enjoy the snow," He told me, "You?" He asked.

"Same here," I nodded.

"Well I should get going. I promised my friends that I would meet up with them later." He said as he walked away towards the castle. Leaving me there in the snow.

I looked over at the castle, watching Beckett walk away towards the castle, when I noticed something from the corner of my eye. Tom. He was wearing a gray sweater vest with a white button up shirt under it with a tie around the collar. He was looking directly towards me. Leaning up against the rail. He slowly walked back into the castle, following Beckett inside.

...

It was later in the night around midnight. I was hanging out in the common room reading a book. Every one else had gone to bed or were just hanging out in their dorm.

Then I heard footsteps from across the room. Tom was coming towards him, his hair messy in his face, his face was bruised along with his knuckles.

He sat down on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees. I closed my book and walked over to him. I sat down next to him quietly. We sat there in silence.

"I beat him up." He muttered.

"You what?" I asked, not hearing him clearly.

"I beat that boy Beckett up!" He exclaimed angrily.

"Wha-Tom why? Why would you do that?" I asked.

He didn't respond. He kept staring into the fire with a broad expression on his face.

"Tom, why? Why would you beat him up-" I started before I got cut off by Tom.

"I saw him talk to you today!" He exclaimed, looking at me angrily. He looked back into the fire, completely ignoring that I was right next to him.