GOD KILLERS. Tom Riddle

11. Flick Lovegood

CHAPTER ELEVEN
FLICK LOVEGOOD

THEY WAITED IN LINE FOR MOST OF THE MORNING. Abraxas had subdued and became rather friendly with August after the whole reprimanded thing, they talked the whole way down to the queue just outside Herbology, speaking about their lessons and whatnot.

Thankfully, that meant there was no more awkwardness surrounding the group.

And this also meant that they had come to the queue early. Meaning that they had to stand behind the Gryffindors. Fleamont Potter to be precise.

"So as I was saying . ." He said waving his hands about as he usually did, his dark hair falling into his face, he clawed it back before speaking again.

"He was like, well why don't you join the slug club, he was practically begging me to." His smug tone carried off into the wind and made Tom, who stood besides August, go rigid.

August knew it to be anger, Tom would never be rigid with fear. Only in anger did August realise that Tom was just the same as him. Fleeting, but there.

"Are you joining then?" August asked politely rocking from the front of his feet to the balls of them in an impatient manner, it was a desperate attempt at trying to ignore the way Tom breathed roughly from besides him.

"Oh Merlins beard no, but I will be going to his party,"

August nodded along as if he really cared about the whole thing, which he didn't. He didn't even care when Fleamont asked the next question, it didn't stir anything within him, "got a date yet? I heard you're coming as well." Fleamont said with a tilt of his head, interested, he didn't even care how Fleamont knew he'd been going.

He'd been given the invite unsurprisingly last Tuesday, seeing as he was one of the best at potions it was bound to happen. Himself, Tom and Theo all had one, Bunny was delighted he wasn't going, he had jumped with glee, almost knocking his tubes over.

Bunny found the whole thing boring, having hated sit down meals and would've broken something out of pure boredom and spite.

Bunny, Reinhardt and Abraxas would stay and finish their essay for Herbology whilst they went. Then, when the other three came back, they would copy, well, the other two would copy and then August would redo everyone's.
In case they looked bad, rather than if they all looked alike, by now, most teachers knew the group worked as one, but it was too late in the year to say anything, so they didn't.

He shrugged, nonplused, his gaze bored and almost expressionless, almost, he didn't miss the feeling of his lips twitching. He had tried to stop it but with no use. "no not yet."

"No?"

"No." His tone final, he studied Fleamont with a tilt of his head. Maybe if he stopped touching that hair of his, maybe he would be less annoying.

"oh." Fleamont replied a little disappointedly, "better start now or you'll end up with a freak like Flick."

Abraxas from behind them stiffened and August frowned in response. "don't say that about Flick." Now he did care about the conversation. He didn't realise it at first, but it came out as a warning.

Flick was lovely. she was kind, sweet, with doe eyes, so dreamy in their ways and pouting lips that rarely formed a frown. She wasn't like her cousin in the slightest, where Abraxas was cold and cruel, she was all smiles and charm.

She was his favourite girl here. If Theo didn't ask her to the party, then he would.

Fleamont looked taken aback but regained his smugness, "ah," he said as if realising August was not one to make fun of Flick, not like the rest of their year.