Red || T.R (DISCONTINUED)

1.9

December 22nd, 1939

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The train arrives at the station and all the students pile off of it and start sprinting towards the exit, probably all excited to get to their families. I don't blame them. Instead of running to the exit with the crowd, I wait outside the train for Tom, since I don't know what his aunt and uncle look like.

After waiting for him for about 5 minutes, I start to get impatient. At this point, almost everyone is gone and I don't see Tom anywhere, so I give up and walk to the exit, running through the wall-that-isn't-a-wall and looking around for him there. I spend another 5 minutes waiting until I start to give up and walk away. Until I feel a warm, gentle hand wrap around my wrist.

I turn around and see Tom, ushering me to the opposite direction that I was walking in until we reach two people, a tall, lean, blonde woman and a tall, chubby, brunette man who looks similar to Tom.

"y/n, this is my aunt, Blythe, and my uncle, Russel. Aunt Blythe, Uncle Russel, this is my," he hesitates, "girlfriend. y/n McGonagall."

I extend my hand for them to shake. "It's lovely to meet you two. I've heard so much about you."

I notice Tom give me an approving look out of the corner of my eye and Blythe and Russel shake my hand.

"Well, let's get going, then!" Blythe says, leading the way for the rest of us to follow.

When we arrive to their house, I am stunned by how beautiful their house is. It's not very large, it's more of a cottage, but it's so greatly decorated that it makes it look like a princess lives here. I bet Blythe did most of the decorating, she seems like the type.

"y/n, come on, it's not that great. Let's go, I'll show you to the guest room." Tom grabs my hand and leads me to the guest room. His hands are oddly soft and... gentle. The complete opposite from what I expected.

We get to the guest room and he shows me around.

"So, there's the bathroom," he gestures to the door on the right side of the room, "and the closet is over there," he gestures to the door on the left side of the room.

While he's talking about the house, I can't help but notice how beautiful he actually is. His voice is... almost soothing. Wait, what am I talking about? I can not be thinking this about Tom Riddle of all people. What is happening to me? No, I don't like him, it's just the sudden proximity. Yeah, that's it.

I completely zone out, too focused on my racing thoughts to listen to Tom.

He waves his hand in front of my face. "y/n? Are you even listening?"

I snap out of my trance. "Huh?"

He lets out a frustrated sigh. "As I was saying, we have a specific schedule here. I'll help you with it for the first two days while you get comfortable, but after that, you're on your own. It's not too precise. Only a few things. We eat breakfast at 8 a.m., lunch at 12 p.m., and dinner at 6 p.m. Every Friday at 8 p.m., we play a board game. Thankfully, you'll only have one of those. You should be happy you don't have to listen to my uncle grumble about us not playing right when he's losing every Friday for three weeks." He cracks a smile, but only for a moment and I catch myself almost smiling back. "Did you catch all that?" He asks.

I nod. "Yep."

"Good. All right, I'll let you be so you can get settled." He walks out the room, shutting the door behind him, leaving me by myself.

He's being so... kind. It's strange, but I have a feeling it won't last long. Only until I leave, then he'll be back to his rude self.

I lay my suitcase on the floor and start to unpack the things I need, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, my pajamas for tonight, my brush, and the make up I'll be wearing tomorrow. I put everything where it needs to be and then zip up my suitcase, propping it against the back wall. Then, I plop down on the bed and get comfortable.

I stare at the ceiling for a moment, then look at the clock. 5:30 p.m. I sigh and get back off the bed, going to the bathroom to freshen up before dinner.

At 6:00 on the dot, I go down for dinner, just a minute before Tom gets down. I help set the table, putting the main course in the middle and the side dishes around the main dish. When we sit down to eat and I finish putting some food on my plate, Blythe speaks up.

"y/n, thank you dear, you really didn't have to help us set the table."

"It's no problem, Mrs. Riddle, it was really my pleasure." I flash her a polite smile, receiving an approving nod from Tom.

"Please dear, call me Blythe," she gives me back the same smile I gave her.

The table falls under a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Blythe asks, "So... Have you two kissed yet?"

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Awkward! I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night/evening. I love you!

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