I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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Tom Riddle was seething.
Pacing around his room, his wand tightly clutched into his hand, he kept throwing spells at random objects, letting out his anger with violence as he tried to grasp the fact that he had been bested. He was thrown against the wall with a mere flick of her hand, and she had managed to escape. No one possessed power stronger than his own in the castle, except for the fool that was Albus Dumbledore.
Yes, he was absolutely livid, for Tom Marvolo Riddle was the best at everything, and he would not be bested by a foolish girl that dropped from the sky.
He knew something was amiss, for nobody drops out of the sky all the while breaching Hogwart's wards. He had intended to question her about her ancestry and later find out how exactly she appeared in Hogwarts with the help of the truth serum. He was an impatient man, not one to coax people into submission, no, he preferred doing it by force.
Nevertheless, despite the patent rage he was experiencing, he had to admit his curiosity was more aroused with Merlin's heir now more than ever. He had assured himself that he would make her bow down to him, submit to his demands and wishes, and only then will the restlessness in his mind will ease.
The door to the dormitory opened, and Abraxas Malfoy along with Gabriel Lestrange stepped foot into the room with caution, as they surveyed the room with careful eyes. Their gazes fell on their leader, who stopped his pacing and glared at them
"Riddle? What happened?" Gabriel was the first one to speak, his tone carefully low as if not to anger the already fuming boy in front of him. He propped himself on the desk, waiting patiently for Riddle to express his thoughts.
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Tom scoffed, with a wave of his wand repairing the broken furniture. His brows furrowed and he tossed his wand aside, his hands curling into fists at his side. "Laurent." The single word left his lips, his tone bitter and full of hatred.
