𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈

WARNING(S) - DEREALIZATION

THE TRAIN RIDE; PART TWO

   She looked at him in pure shock,

"I'm Tom, Tom Riddle, we haven't had the pleasure of meeting you yet," He stated, inching his way closer to the girl, "Our dear friend Miss Parkinson told us of your arrival,"

"She also told us you weren't very talkative," sneered the boy from behind him, "Mattheo Riddle,"

Tom had moved out of the way slightly so that Mattheo could get a better look at her, 

"How do you know my name," she asked timidly,

"Parkinson just told us, I thought we already explained that Isabel," scoffed Mattheo,

"I meant my full name; how do you know my full name?" the two boys shared a look, Tom once again looked her up and down, and barged past her, almost knocking her over, he briskly made his way back to the compartment the others were in, she turned back to Mattheo as he rolled his eyes, 

"Toilets all yours, Izzy," he winked at her before he left as well, she turned and watched him leave, she couldn't think.

She didn't know what just happened, she didn't understand why she was on this train in the first place, right now she would be in Mr. Graham's kitchen cleaning up after breakfast, it was all so frustrating, the rather large man she came with was being annoyingly mysterious about it all, he wouldn't answer any of her questions. Instead, he changed the subject.

She locked the door behind her and splashed her face with water, rubbing her eyes, she looked up at herself in the mirror, she didn't feel real, she felt as though she was seeing someone different through their eyes. She didn't like this feeling.

Not feeling real was something she was very familiar with. It happened at the worst of times, usually when she was moved to a different home. Starting fresh was something she was never good at, she liked having set times to do things, and she liked having routines, and moving would always muck it up as she'd have to spend months making a new routine for herself before she finally got used to living in someplace new. But once she did get into a new routine, she'd be moved again.

   She kept staring at the girl in the mirror.

   It wasn't her, was it?

She obsessively kept splashing her face with water, rubbing her eyes aggressively, she thought she might cry, or scream or anything, nothing happened.

"Hi, sorry I took a while I got a bit lost," she practiced with a smile, she kept repeating to herself in her mind that she was real and that she was here, she made faces to herself in the mirror and pressed her forehead against the glass, it fogged up from her breath.

She began to stroke her cheek, it made her feel a little better, she splashed her face once more, this time a lot gentler before she unlocked the door.

"Move out the way!" cried a young girl, practically shoving her out of the way of the toilet, she let out a slight chuckle, that young girl didn't know it, but she brought Isabel back to reality by doing that,

"Oh my god there you are, I was worried you got lost!" shouted Pansy as she lightly jogged up to the girl, "You okay? The Riddles told me they talked to you, I hope they weren't funny with you, they usually don't talk to people outside the group, they're weird like that," she then went on a tangent about them, complaining about how stuck up they were.

Probably without realizing it, Pansy linked arms with the girl as they walked down together, an unfamiliar warmth bubbled inside the girl, she stared at Pansy as she kept talking with a smile, she hoped it was a sign Pansy wanted to be her friend too.