Chapter 5: Interests

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Elise's POV:

Breakfast was filled with silence. Cassy kept watching me, but then turn to face the other end of the table staring at someone. I had this weird feeling of someone else watching me.

"Cassy for the sake of Merlin what the hell do you want" I throw my fork down. "Look don't be alarmed but Tom Riddle is staring at you" she whispers to me. "What the" I turn to the other end of the table, my eyes meet black ones. Tom was staring at me. Our eyes meet for a few seconds but I turn away.

"That's creepy" I whisper to Cassy. "I know honey" Cassy seemed more creeped out than me. "What is Riddle staring at you" Jake leans into my ear.

"He is in LOVE with her" Cassy dramatically holds her delicate hand to her head. "SHE IS IN LOVE WITH HIM. RIDDLE RIDDLE WHERE FOR ART THOU RIDDLE" Cassy speaks rather loudly. Causing Slytherins to turn and gape at us. "Cassy you bitch" I hiss.

I pick up my bag and stand up. "What have I done" she squeaks. "I am not in love with Tom Riddle. He is a disgusting sexist racist pig" Glaring at Cassy and with the Slytherin table staring at me in pure shock, I storm out. Huffing and puffing on the way out.

I start muttering words that aren't very suitable for children's ears.

Me and Tom Riddle how barbaric. In disgust I scrunch my nose.

The sound of shoes behind me occupies my ears. I quickly turn a corner in a corridor and pick up the pace, the sound also picks up the pace.

Before I can even react I am pushed into the girls bathroom and pinned against the wall.

There holding me against the wall in outrage is Tom Riddle. "Get your disgusting paws off of me you fucking-AHHGGGH" he starts to strangle me. His eyes ablaze, my heart begins to hammer against my chest. "If you EVER disrespect me again I will kill you" his grip tightens as I nod. "Good" he lets go and I being to cough.

I look up to see Tom, almost emotionless, except for his eyes. They had an unknown expression of what was known as what? Remorse? Sadness? Self disgust?

Before I could question him he beats me to it "you are one of my many interests. I would hate to waste such a pretty face if I have to kill you" Without a second glance he is gone.

Leaving me on the cold floor, trying to steady my rapid heartbeat.

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