Ophelia ━━ tom riddle ✓

002. | enigmatic

There was something so fascinating about emotion. It was enigmatic.

          Almost everyone felt them, some felt them stronger than others and some felt less or nothing at all. Sadness, happiness, and fear are all emotions that people feel in their everyday lives but Ophelia believed that anger outshined all of them. It was the most powerful, most brutal, and soul-devouring feeling, and oh how Ophelia Laurent was angry, furious even. "He finds pleasure in torturing me," she frantically said as she stomped over weeping daisies and tulips.

        "Sunshine, he cannot be that bad," Amira Lestrange attempted to comfort her. The girls had become friends when they were small children. They had met at one of the many events held by pureblood families and had been friends ever since.

     "He is worse than bad, he's evil."

      Amira laughed at the girl's antics as she plucked dying daisies and dandelions from the ground. They were hiding away from the rest of the world, basking in the rare sunlight of Scotland. "Don't laugh, it's true!" Ophelia exclaimed and stopped her stomping to face her dear friend.

     "Sunshine, when you see him today, give him a chance. Perhaps he is just misunderstood," Lestrange smirked before walking away, leaving Ophelia alone and even angrier than before, enraged.

"I'll give him a chance when I'm dead," Ophelia muttered to herself.