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—RIGEL STARED AT THE DAILY PROPHET IN HIS HANDS AND ROLLED HIS EYES. "The Ministry still didn't find out who the death eaters were." Draco grinned. "They're so dumb— they believe my father is helping them with finding the deatheaters."
"No more dumb than you are." Blaise muttered, earning an eye-roll from the blond.
The two started bickering.. again.
Rigel sighed, standing up and walking out of the compartment, wanting to get some air.
After a few minutes of walking, he found an empty compartment and sat down, closing the door, and opening his book, wanting some peace and quiet.
Unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side— someone knocking on the door caught his attention.
"Get out." Rigel immediately glared.
Thomas Gaunt walked in, laying on the seat in front of him. "I would, but I think my ears can't take their whining anymore. Honestly, they're 17 year olds but complain like they are 4 year olds."
"Who? Your friends?" Rigel asked sarcastically.
"Followers— more like it."
"Of course." The emotionless-looking 14 year old scoffed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tom asked, looking offended by Rigel's tone.
"Well, the concept of you having friends— no."
"I do have friends!"
"Who?"
"You." Tom grinned.
Rigel sneered, glaring at him so harshly that Tom was honestly starting to feel fear for the first time ever. "I am not your friend!" He eventually said.
"You didn't deny it immediately." Tom's grin grew.
"Because I was too busy glaring at you!"
"It's still a start." Tom pointed out.
"Just shut up. I need some peace and quiet."
••
They stayed in silence, both of them doing their own thing. Rigel was busy with reading, while Tom was.. thinking.
Tom looked away from the window, and looked at Rigel, who was, for the first time ever, not sitting down like a proper pureblood.
His knees were brought up to his chest, and his back was leaning on the window, while his book was on his knees.
Maybe Rigel hadn't realized yet, but Tom surely did— Rigel was getting more comfortable around him.
Watching how Rigel tied his curly hair back with a hair tie he had on his wrist made Tom's breath hitch as he came to a realization.
