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-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 18- ༄ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 1970'𝐬
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 1𝐒𝐓, 1970,
𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑.
She hates me too, which is fine. I almost kissed her last night. Maybe I should've made a connection so she'd do what I wanted more willingly. She won't talk, which is new. And a relief considering she always has an opinion about everything. I hate her. Okay, she's looking at me weird, we're almost at kings cross, talk later.
-Tom Riddle
Y/n looked out the window with crossed arms as Tom scribbled in his new journal. She hadn't said anything to him in over 72 hours. She'd demanded her meals in her room, asking Ana what Tom was doing frequently. Usually he was reading, or writing. She'd cried most hours of the day, not knowing whether to love him or hate him. She decided to hate him.
Charlie hadn't written her all of the break, which made her sob even harder. Even Lucius and Avery had written to her at least once. She knew Charlie would demand his compensation as soon as he saw her. She thought about him often. He was much more physical with her. Constantly making out. They'd never done it yet which usually led to a fight. Charlie wanted to, more often than not, but y/n didn't. He didn't like that. She'd just wished he were more verbal with her. Actually talked to her instead of shoving his tongue down her throat constantly.
Y/n watched quietly as Tom walked towards the prefect's compartment. Maryanne greeted him with a smile. Y/n sighed, beginning to walk to her usual empty compartment. It was quiet without Tom's remarks. Unbearably quiet. She silently prayed once of her friends would come sit beside her. She waited patiently, glancing out of the small doorway, people passed by loudly. No Narcissa, or Avery, or Lucius, Or Marina or Charlie. The only familiar faces that passed were Belltrix and Maryanne, who snickered in response to the bare compartment.
"Poor thing..." Bellatrix cooed, smirking in the doorway. Maryanne quickly stepped into view.
"Where's Riddle? Isnt he your new man candy? Or is it Charlie? My, my, De Lune it's so hard to keep up with who you're screwing these days." Maryanne said with a chuckle. Bellatrix let out a churtle before pulling her the opposite direction. Y/n stared motionless, allowing a tear to stream down her face. Today had truly been one of the worst days ever. Tom hadn't said a word to her, her friends hadn't shown up yet, and her father hadn't written to her in days. She sat on the empty bench, wiping her tear away with a shaky sigh.
