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"OUCH –"
Tessa Jean yelped as she collided with another student, her head bumping against her head. She stepped back, looking at the other person, with eyes narrowed dangerously.
Talitha was standing stiff, looking at the curly haired in front of her with a glare worth melting glass.
"Eyes, use them" Tessa snapped, crossing her arms in front of her, her foot tapping on the floor.
"You don't tell me what to do", Talitha's cold voice came as a whip in the air, and inspite of all the griffindor bravery, Tessa couldn't help but step back a little.
"As of I am interested in talking to you", Tessa rolled her eyes, her head held high as she walked past Talitha down the hall, her heart hammering against her ribcage.
Talitha ran a hand through her sleek black hair, looking back at the brunette striding down the hallway, and heaved an audible sigh, "idiot griffindors" .
Talitha's reputation preced her true self, a dark haired Crawley, Talitha was a heartthrob around Hogwarts, she had both, the beauty and the brains, a perfect slytherin by all means. And yet, her life wasn't easy either, because those times, weren't exactly, open to all kinds of love.
"I am done with this shi-"
"Language, Dylan", Hartley sighed, turning another page of her book, sitting on the armchair in the griffindor common room with Dylan Jean sloched on the floor at her feet, hitting his head repeatedly with a book.
"Either I can't read or this book is in gibberish", Dylan cried, looking at the book with a look of utter loathing.
"You haven't even read it for, like 15 minutes" Hartley chuckled quietly, closing her book "I have to go for a round tonight, where's your other idiot half ?"
"you mean Tessa ?"
Hartley nodded, her light brown hair open, spilling down on her shoulders in gentle waves, her blue eyes twinkling with mirth. The last rays of the sun were coming from the window, giving her a heavenly glow, a glow you seen in angels, the purest of them. Well, Hartley was no less than one, was she ? The best angel, who would go to hell after the worst devil, and get her wings burnt.
"Hartley" Tessa muttered, entering the common room through the portrait hole, "I lost my –"
"Homework" Hartley, shakes her head lightly, chuckling, "get a new excuse Tess".
Tessa slouched down beside her laughing brother, and smaked his head "don't laugh idiot".
Dylan rolled his eyes at her, and pulled Hartley's homework towards him, "copy her, it's done" .
"But read through it once, it's important stuff", Hartley stood up, tying her hair in a loose bun, with her wand in it, "I will go now, my turn for the round today". Tessa waved at her friend, grinning widely "get them girlll, I will wait for the time when you catch the first couple".
"Shut Up Tessa".
Hartley was walking round a corridor on the fifth floor, her eyes sweeping around the place, as the moon rays came through the high windows, casting long shadows on the floor, and her footsteps echoed in the silence, giving an eiree feel to the place.
What a perfect setting for the angel to meet the devil.
Tom Riddle stopped when he saw the shadow move towards him, on the fifth floor. He knew who it would be, perhaps the other prefect, strolling the halls, lost in their own world.
He took long steps towards the person, his robes sweeping after him, the filtered moonlight falling on his lean frame, giving the majestic perfection to his jet black hair, combed neatly but a stray strand falling on his forehead, giving the final touch to a sight that you would die to see. His long fingers were holding an ivory coloured wand, a wand which was about to change the wizarding world for ever.
Hartley turned around to see who had approached her, and she was not particularly happy to see who it was.
"You –", Tom's voice came cold as the icicles, stabbing right in someone's heart.
"Me", Hartley shuffled nervously, she was not used to meeting people who very openly hated her.
Tom's grey eyes stopped for a mere second on her prefect's badge, before he looked back at her face, her being a little too shorter than him. "So you are on duty, if I am not wrong".
"You aren't, I was given the schedule –"
"Fine, follow me then", Tom Riddle turned around, but before he could continue down the hall, Hartley interrupted, much to his irritation.
"We can go round in different ways if you want", she said in a matter of fact voice, though a small, very small part of her wanted him to say no.
After all, Tessa used to say, Hartley likes her men a little bad.
But alas, this one was too bad.
"Just follow me, with the pretty mouth of yours shut".
