Ophelia ━━ tom riddle ✓

004. | muse

      Ophelia Laurent was falling for Tom Riddle more and more each day. Her mind always seems to travel to him. The way he leans over to point something out to her and how his breath fans onto her cheek, his soulless eyes which seemed to lure her in even though they lacked light. His face seemed to be hand-crafted by Aphrodite herself, perhaps he was Aphrodite's muse? Someone as gorgeous as Professor Riddle had to be sculpted by the hands of a goddess.

     Those were the thoughts that plagued her head for almost an entire week. It was like she had contracted some love virus without a cure. Ophelia wished she could drown her dirty mind in the black lake, to wash away all these sinful thoughts. But alas, she could not.

     Every Saturday at exactly two o'clock, Ophelia would burst into Tom's classroom, buzzing with energy. She was improving exceptionally in her studies but that accomplishment was the last thing she truly cared about. What she really wanted was him. But alas, she could not give in to these desires.

It would be scandalous.

   Ophelia had decided that day as she made her way to see he who shall not be named, that she was done with her silly crush.

But alas, nothing can ever go her way. 

      Tom was not blind to Ophelia's blatantly obvious crush on him. He would laugh on the inside at the way she'd blush over the simplest things. And the thoughts she had about him, well they were very interesting. Her behavior was so entertaining to Tom that he realized how useful she could actually be. 

    He was going to ruin and to do so, he was going to have to play along with her. With the smallest touches and caresses, Tom knew he was going to have Ophelia Laurent exactly where he wanted her.

 Despite her attempts at ignoring her feelings today, Tom knew that she had fallen under his spell.