atychiphobia-the extreme fear of failure.
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It's not in Tom riddle's nature to care for anyone.
In fact, he doubts he's ever truly cared for someone at all in the entire 16 years he's been alive.
He's also never held any interest towards the oppos...
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chapter seven—slug club
AVALYN FEATHERS OFFICIALLY despised potions just as much as she despises Tom Riddle. Just because you hate something, however, does not mean you're bad at it. Avalyn wasn't disheartened when she received the invitation for the infamous Slug Club dinner, she's been hearing of them for years now. Professor Slughorn selects particular students that stand out to him and invitees them to occasional dinner parties in his office.
It's considered an honour to received the invitation, so of course Avalyn will attend. She also knows of the lack of female Slug Club members; she will now be the second girl ever to be in the club.
She's good at potions, nobody can deny, but she cannot help but let herself wonder whether a certain cunning Slytherin boy had anything to do with the arrangement.
"I'm telling you, Ava, Riddle fancies you." Evelyn Lovegood breathes dreamily from her bed as Avalyn styled her hair for the dinner. "He's so sweet to you compared to everyone else."
"Or perhaps he just wants to strip you of class." Persephone chimes from where she's sat leaning back against her own bed where Phoebe is sprawled on her stomach reading a letter from her mother. "Don't allow him to get to you, Feathers. They all long for the same thing."
"And what, may I ask, is that?"
"Pleasure." Ruby Johnson scoffs from where she's polishing her broomstick, her mass of curls tied out of her face with a bright yellow hair tie. "Isn't it obvious, Ava? Riddle wants his way with you. You can't let him have his own way, boys need to learn that we have minds of our own."
"I think he knows that she has her own mind, Ruby." Phoebe sighs. "Do what you wish to, but please be careful."
"I'm always careful." Avalyn rolls her eyes slightly, standing up and Persephone nods excitedly. "Is it okay?"
"You look beautiful." Phoebe sighs, standing up and adjusting Avalyn's curls on her shoulders. She's wearing a pale green dress with a square neckline and spaghetti straps and her hair is curled loosely around her face. "Go. You'll be late."
Avalyn smiles, grabbing the thin white cardigan from the dresser and hurrying out of the dormitory.
"She's going to get eaten alive." Ruby shakes her head and Phoebe rolls her eyes, going back to her reading.
Stepping into the office, she feels as though she's just walked into a lion's den. Not every seat around the table is filled, meaning thankfully she isn't the last person to arrive.
"Avalyn." Evan Rosier smiles, gesturing to the seat beside him and Avalyn smiles nervously, wandering over and sitting down beside him. Conveniently, Riddle has the seat straight across from her in the long, rectangular table. Beside him is Rosalie Young, a beautiful, blonde haired Slytherin girl who has been known to have various flings with both Falco LeStrange and Cygnus Black. There was also one rumour that a Hufflepuff prefect caught her kissing Daisy Parkinson in a broom cupboard —— but that's never been proven.
