𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 [ 𝐭.𝐫 ]

18: BROKEN HEARTS CLUB

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The boys were in a separate suite, fussing over their hair and dates. All of them wore immaculate well-tailored suits, though the colors varied; some wore grey, navy blue or black. But they all looked remarkably good-looking.

Black sat across from Riddle on a plush, high-backed chair. Tom was flipping through a copy of the daily prophet; it was full of reports about Grindelwald and massive yule's including this one, majority of the high society was attending.

He fiddled with the rings with his nimble white fingers. He looked at his leather shoes, then the ceiling, then at tom and then repeated it all over. "What is it Black? You seem quite uneasy," Tom finally asked; his vacant eyes peeked above from the prophet.

Black tried to stop himself from asking Riddle but one couldn't have that much self-control, "What happened to Angelina?" his tone was very insistent.

Tom Riddle didn't like that very much, he cocked his head, "I don't really see how it concerns you," his silky voice dripped of toxin.

Black shook his head, "She hurt herself today and Zeus told me that she wasn't doing well." Riddle stared daggers at him. Angelina didn't concern him or any of the boys except him.

"She didn't hurt herself, she fell," he informed, "And Malfoy knows nothing about her. Do you understand?"

"But we're concerned-" Black tried to protest but was silenced by Tom's hand. He raised it in the air stopping him from talking.

"Angelina's well-being doesn't concern you," implied Tom. He lowered his hand, and went back to reading the headlines on the daily prophet.

Abraxas turned towards Tom, "Could we at least know if she's coming to the ball?"

Tom did not know himself if she was well enough to attend the ball. He had healed her though, and he was sure that when she woke up she'd be whole. He also had asked Goldie, the elf that Angelina liked to give her necklace back to her.

He was yet to be surprised if Angelina was awake, preparing for the ball, "If you see her tonight, you will know," he told Abraxas. He dropped the newspaper on a low ornate wooden table by the chair.

"Gentlemen, I think you had more than enough time to get prepared for the ball, now it is time that we go over our coherent plan," he surmised, clamping his hands together.

He pointed toward Abraxas," What was your position?"

"I am supposed to be keeping a close eye on Angelina and keep her away from any possible threat," he repeated, Tom raised an eyebrow at him. He quickly added, "Only if you aren't around, handling some other business. Otherwise, I'll keep my distance and ears and eyes open."

"Avery and Rosier?" Tom inquired with a grave expression.

"We're-" the two spoke together, Rosier nodded at Avery letting him talk, "We are supposed to be closer to the audience, indulge ourselves with drunken ministry officials,"

Tom nodded," And the rest must be stationed where I ordered them to be,"

Everyone bowed their heads, "Yes, my lord."

"Come gentlemen, let us not disappoint Salazar."

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Angelina looked into the mirror one last time before exiting the room. She was slightly late. After a whole lot of procrastination and self-assurance, she decided it was time. The hallway was empty and quiet, unlike the usual chatter she heard. She had managed to style her hair. It was curled and teased in such a way that it framed her oval face decently. She didn't feel as uncertain as before.