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The dining room was bigger than the entirety of Wool's first floor. ㅤ
Laid out on a big dining table were several dishes, meats and vegetables, and two empty dishes for Ivory and him. She motioned for Tom to take a seat beside her, and he did, his appetite growing just from gazing at the array of food.
"You don't stay here?" he asked her as he served himself a cut of lamb.
Ivory looked at him, confused, while she took a bite of steak. Rare.
"You mentioned that you stayed at a separate manor. Was it when you were at Beuxbatons?"
"Oh, that" she nodded slightly, "Yes, I stayed at one much closer to the school. I hate it here."
"Why's that?" he prodded again. The boy wasn't going to let the topic die down and deep inside, she knew it. Tom Riddle was twice as persistent as he was handsome. He glanced at her and saw her slightly stiffen at the question.
She looked at him and glared for a moment, before taking another harsh bite of steak off her fork. The sound of teeth grinding against the metal cutlery almost made him cringe.
"You're rather nosy today, Riddle. Getting comfortable enough around me?"
He took a bite of his lamb. "I have no problems with speaking my mind, Lavigne. Neither should you."
The two both realized that they referred to each other when the conversation turned icily serious.
"Well I'm quite fond of my privacy, thank you very much."
Only the sound of silverware against the ceramic plate served as their ambience, the fireplace too far and too quiet to be heard from where they were sitting. Tom stopped asking and Ivory stopped answering, both now only focused on filling their stomach. For a while, they had only sat wordlessly together. Until Ivory called for Correy.
"Bring us a bottle of Vindeurelle, 1899 please," she ordered, pushing her empty plate away.
The house elf nodded and disappeared and came back after just seconds, with what looked to be a bottle of wine in hand.
"Care for a vintage, Tom?" the blonde asked as she poured herself a glassful.
He raised a brow at her and offered her his glass. "Still quite early for alcohol, isn't it?"
"Yet still, you accept," she replied, smirking at him. The deep red wine flowed from the tall bottle and into his glass, filling it halfway before the girl pushed the glass back to him. Her smirk didn't falter as she took a sip before answering, "Normal alcohol doesn't quite affect me as it does you. Remember when I drank unicorn blood?"
