GOD KILLERS. Tom Riddle

07. Ill handle it

CHAPTER SEVEN
ILL HANDLE IT

HE'D AVOIDED VINCENT FOR THE WHOLE DAY. Deciding on sitting with Ivan, watching as students came in and out, always hurrying to finish work for the new year.

It was odd sitting with Ivan. He was a quiet, but an intelligent boy. He rarely smiled, lips always a thin straight line and he spoke slowly, like he had all the time in the world.

Augustine didn't mind, a change of pace was good after having been with the Knights.

They stayed silent, basking in the sounds of others rather than their own voices for a while. He'd almost given up on deciding to say something when Ivan finally spoke, cutting through the silence with his low voice, "are you going to the Gryffindor party tomorrow?"

Augustine didn't even know there was a Gryffindor party. "um, probably not. Seeing as Fleamont and I aren't exactly best pals," he thought of almost gutting Fleamont in the hallway that night. He wished he didn't listen to Circe so much.

Ivan gave him a small smile. "I've heard, it's all he ever goes on about," he then added, surprisingly shy which raised suspicions in Augustine, "but you should still come,"

He raised a brow to him, "and why's that?" a surge of confidence running through him, edging closer to the other boy.

Ivan blinked, as if suddenly realising that Augustine was right in front of him. "O-oh um Juno! Juno wants you to come," he said uneasily.

Augustine smiled, "Juno wants me there does she?" It was more rhetorical than anything, but he could see the answer plain as day on Ivan's face.

Ivan wanted him there, for some weird reason Augustine hadn't quite figured out yet.

"I should go, I have much to do," Augustine added before pulling his chair out gently, "See you at the party," he called to Ivan just before he left out of the library with a smile tugging at his lips.

....

He entered the great hall to find Tom hunched over books. Sitting crossed legged on the bench with his head ducked down, black hair falling into his eyes as he flipped a page in the book he was currently reading.

He came over to him, still surging with confidence and sat down besides him before leaning over to look at the book, "good read?"

Tom shrugged, "like you said, I need to find a way to start my rise to power now," motioning at the books, "maybe there's an answer in these,"

Augustine nodded at his words, "Ivan invited me to the Gryffindor party," the words left his lips quickly, he closed his mouth suddenly feeling oddly guilty about being invited now.

Tom looked up from his book, "he did?" eyes unreadable and calm.

Augustine hummed in agreement, "want to go with me?" trying to make it better, though from the look on Toms face, it hadn't worked.

Tom blinked, "no, I've told you, I don't like parties,"

"Ask Bunny why don't you?" A voice called from behind them. Behind them was Abraxas, grinning as he fell into seat besides Augustine, hair a mess from the windy weather with red ears and cheeks. He looked out of breath.

"No," Augustine snapped angrily.

Abraxas glared at him, a glare that made Abraxas look ugly, making Augustine raise a brow, "what? I thought you missed me?" He said, wondering what on earth he was so mad at Augustine about.

"I did, because I thought Bunny would just run along back to you," he said shaking his head, "but for some reason that I don't want to get into, you're not speaking to him, so now, he has to spend every waking hour with me!" He explained exasperatedly, stamping his foot out of anger.

"And oh don't get me started on how much he talks about you, I didn't need to know your favourite food was beignets!"

It brought a smile to Augustine's face upon hearing about Bunny before it was replaced with a frown, suddenly realising he was still in fact mad at Bunny.

He couldn't reply, couldn't even give Abraxas a withering remark as another person slid into the seat besides Tom interrupting their conversation.

He stared at the girl, mousy brown straight hair sat limply on top of her head. Her brown eyes stayed on Tom, bottom lip being pulled by her straight teeth, it was Holly Crawford, the other slytherin prefect. She was pretty in a normal sort of plain way, but boys liked her.

"Hi Tom," she said in her usual sweet tone, making Augustine grimace in on himself.

"Thank you for what you did, I really appreciate it." She kissed his cheek lightly, he smiled down to her.

"The pleasure is all mine," he smiled and Abraxas from besides him groaned.

"What did you do?" He asked, Augustine was going to ask the same thing, but expected Tom to have berated him for his jealousy once more, so he was initially glad when Abraxas asked.

"Oh, you know Olive?" Holly perked up, "he cut out her tongue," she whispered the last thing before adding on, "she made fun of me, so Tom told me he'll handle it, isn't that right?" She looked up to Tom expectedly.

Augustine felt his mouth go dry. I'll handle it. It was the same thing Tom had told Augustine.

Tom smiled, his eyes dead set in Augustine, "I did yes, we should go," he spoke turning to Holly. She nodded before getting up, Tom followed suite, and before he left he spoke to Augustine.

"Have fun at your little party,"

and he was off, hand in hand with Holly Crawford.

an/ birdies fun fact of the day is that if Augustine wasn't in Slytherin he'd be in hufflepuff