"Oh sweetie, monsters are real and they look like people"
Two lost souls, one too wrecked to be saved, one that doesn't want to be saved. What happens when they meet?
As Tom Riddle continues to go down the path of self-destruction, Dumbledore decide...
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The Hogwarts library was silent and only a few students stood engrossed in their books, most being Ravenclaws since it was only beginning of the year. Most were there to exchange forbidden kisses and notes.
Azazel stood on one of the tables near the window with a Romeo and Juliet volume in her hands as the sun was setting and the sun rays highlighted her dull features.
Azazel felt a tap on her shoulder, she glanced up to see Raphaël Rosier gazing down at her, she smiled and gestured for him to take a seat and the boy sat opposite to her. "What's with you, sun sets and the shoulder taps?" The witch joked and Rosier tried returning the smile and this time it was somewhat resembled a smile. "Thankyou for looking out for Adélard" the boy sent her a grateful look and the witch smiled brighter "You seem to forget I am his friend too" the boy nodded and went back to his book. A comfortable silence followed.
"Rosier, why didn't you yourself look after Avery? It's not that I mind but I assume you guys are more close and good friends" the boy winced at the last part and looked outside the window at the setting sun. The melancholy that surrounded the boy almost made the girl shiver, his eyes were always so disolate and sorrowful that even the sun rays that fell on him seemed to be sucked by his sadness. He looked like a painting expressing one's sorrow and loneliness, but the witch knew, no artist will be able to capture his emotions, no, they were too deep and one could only feel them if the boy himself was locked up in the canvas.
"I can't do that" he looked back at her and the witch knew, his eyes carried something else expect all these emotions, love. "You love him..." The witch trailed off and Raphaël's eyes filled with tears but the boy was fast enough to blink them away. The witch could swear that the surroundings became unnaturally cold for a second.
"Leave about me. What did you do to Riddle?" Rosier changed the subject "Why did he whine about it? The boy gave an amused look and shook his head. "No. But he looks paler and is in low spirits. There's also his feelings and emotions, they are too loud and overwhelming. There's this absolute hatred and resentment when he looks at you and then there's the driblet of respect and amusement."
Azazel frowned at his words "How do you know what he feels?" The boy looked taken aback by the question and the usual nervousness and the edgy behaviour returned. "I uh- I'll show you. Will you come with me?" Azazel nodded and followed the boy as he walked outside the library and to the lake side.
"What are we doing here? Are you going to drown me?" The witch joked and Rosier seemed perplexed by the way she joked about her possible death.
"Watch this" the boy said and closed his eyes, concentrating. A few seconds passed and flowers bloomed around them, all of them in different colours and fragrances. The witch let out a amused giggle and looked at the boy who had his eyes open now and had a calm expression, his eyes not carrying the melancholy anymore.
