poison ivy; tom riddle

i | salvia

I can't believe Meyer did that to her hair, Olive laughed. She looks a state. I heard Selwyn is dumping her because he can't stand the sight of her.

No boy will want her now, filthy mudblood!  Another girl retorts but I'm not listening to their gossip because I can't find you, Tom.

You didn't come to see me last night.

I waited for you.

All night.

Was it something I did?

Did I do something you did not like?

Where are you now?

Did you have breakfast early?

It is Sunday. You usually have breakfast at seven-thirty on a friday. It is now ten past eight.

Did you find someone else? Are you laying in her bed pulling her close as you do with me?

Or should I say 'used' to do with me?

She won't love you the way I do, I can promise you that, my dear.

My heart is a ripe peach waiting for your bite.

Look! Olive shouts but it's not you, it's Ella Meyer and her lopsided haircut.

Poor girl, Olive will never let her live that down.

Perhaps it is for the best though. It is another girl you won't find attractive, another girl I don't have to worry about.

It's not that I don't trust you, Tom, I don't trust other people.

Who knows? They could drug you with a love potion, what would you do then?

I would never, you know that. You know me.

Where are you?

Ivy, look at it! The hairdresser must have been blind! Olive taps me on the shoulder.

Perhaps she likes it.

Nobody would like that, not even a mudblood like her.

You never know, the dirt in her blood could skew her perception of things.

Very true, Ivy. That is very true.

I know you have some dirt in your blood. It's fine, really.

I don't really mind.

At least you are half wizard. It doesn't make me love you less.

I promise.

Where are you?

My brother walks in.

His face is like a rock.

What have you done to him, Tom? I love you but you've changed my brother.

He used to smile.

He used to laugh.

(Sometimes).

He used to love, in his own way.

But ever since he met you he has become a statue. I think you may have turned him to stone by accident. Or maybe on purpose.

I'm not sure.

He's always been cold hearted, like a true snake. Perhaps it's because our parents favoured my warmth over his cold. My smiles over his studying. My sweetness to his sourness.

I'm not sure. He never said. But I do know that he has changed for better or for worse.

I smile at him, he raises his eyebrows back with a small smile.

He's never been one for affection. Neither is my sister, Druella, but she's always been too many years older than us to have much in common.

I still love her though.

Hopefully I'll introduce you to her one day. You'll like her and she'll like you. I can sense it like a premonition.

And if by the universe's call, you walk in.

Like a thousand twinkling stars, all eyes fall on you.

You have that power already, think of how you can manipulate it.

I know you may think me foolish but I know what you're doing.

These meetings- I know what they are, my love.

I hope you are careful.

And I hope you do not lose yourself.

Power rips into the soul.

It's touch is not as delicate as mine.

I blink and you're sitting with my brother and his friends.

You're too far away, come and sit next to me.

Please.

At least look at me, don't act like I'm invisible.

I know you can feel my gaze.

As I said, I am not foolish.

I feel as though I am suffocating. I grip the pearls around my neck.

You take pleasure in seeing me break.

I swear, I'm starting to see cracks in my porcelain skin. Can you see them too?

My eyes are stinging, they feel as though they might bleed. Am I crying?

Ivy?

Olive pops into my vision like a firework.

Yes?

My voice cracks.

My wretched heart deceives me.

I'm swallowing glass