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"What? Upset you're not the only one I've shagged?"
"Tsk tsk, cursing and talking to yourself. I'd say you've gone off the deep end, darling."
Ravenna slowly turned around, seeing him standing there with a prideful, arrogant smirk; his broad arms crossed over each other.
"What the hell do you want Riddle?" she said, ignoring the fact that he called her darling.
"Oh, so it's back to Riddle now? Hm, that's not what you were saying the other night, in my-"
The truth was that Riddle had never done that with anybody else, not talking about the sex of course, he has had sex with many people. But the aftercare thing was new. He usually leave. Or tell them to leave. But something told him not to do that to her.
But then again, he didn't understand it. so we chose not to think on it too hard.
"That was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened." she interrupted the boy. Ravenna narrowed her eyes.
You're glad it happened. Don't lie.
Shut up subconscious.
"I didn't think it was a mistake when you were screaming out for me." he took a stop closer to her.
"What do you want Riddle?" Ravenna blurted, getting frustrated with the boy. She had things to do.
She didn't care if she died, in fact that was the least of her worries. She was worried what would happen to her cousins. She was worried about what would happen to Draco, Astra, and Lynx.
She was worried that if Voldemort did go through with his plans, ruining the Wizarding World, if they'd be his slaves the rest of their lives. And if he hadn't gone on to succeed with his plan. Then they'd be ridiculed, bashed, or imprisoned if they were caught with the Dark Mark.
She couldn't take that risk.
"My father said I'm supposed to help you. Remember?"
He had said "father" with such contempt and disgust that you'd have thought that Voldemort wasn't his father at all. Although, it wasn't unwarranted, Mattheo was a true product of his father's succession; all of the people Voldemort had fooled and manipulated, the people he'd killed and the families he'd split, the older Riddle brother had never forgotten.
Ravenna huffed, "Right." she paused looking at the cabinet. At this point she had kind of caught on to the Riddles dislike of their father. Barely ever referring to him as that, at first, I thought she was a respect thing, the longer she spent her time around them the more she come to grasp that that wasn't the truth.
"Well start helping, I can't get the bloody thing to work."
Mattheo sauntered over to the cabinet, the massive piece of shit it was.
