𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 #tom riddle

02

Every day, it was always,

"Hey, bag boy, do these heels match my uniform?"

"Hey, bag boy, what do you think of my makeup?"

"Hey, bag boy, get me a damn chai latte."

It was driving Tom insane. Emma and Lyni seemed to like her, as did the rest of Tom's Slytherin group. They were all alike, all born into money and power. But not Tom. He didn't have the luxury of prancing around the Hamptons with a bag full of cash.

And it seemed Y/N's little endeavour (which Tom was forced to participate in) got them both in trouble. Though, Y/N was the one to blame.

Luckily, neither was granted a detention, which relieved Tom. He had gone seven years without a detention; he was not about to break his streak.

"I'm thinking of buying those YSL heels. You know, the iconic ones with the logo as the heel." Emma smiled, "But they look so uncomfortable. I heard they're impossible to walk in as well."

Y/N had yet to arrive to dinner, which left Tom with some peace and quiet. He did not worry about her whereabouts but rather about his money if she were to go missing.

Tom didn't know how to feel when Y/N walked into the Hall, unfortunately, but also fortunately not kidnapped.

"You mean the shoes Y/N's wearing?" Lyni asked, her mouth half full of food. "She seems to be walking fine."

"Yeah, but Y/N has an unnaturally high pain tolerance when it comes to heels. She literally wears them to classes! Her heels are so pretty, though."

"Did someone say pretty? Because here I am!" Y/N popped up behind Tom, accidentally smacking his head. He was starting to doubt that it was an accident, though.

"Where were you?" Lyni asked. Y/N was one of the last to enter the Great Hall. Dinner had already started, and it looked like nobody else was going to walk through the huge oak doorframe.

"I was getting my beauty sleep, duh." Y/N grinned as she sat down, playfully rolling her eyes.

"You don't need beauty sleep." A black-haired girl piped up after taking a sip of her glass of pumpkin juice. She had been indirectly listening to the group's conversation. "You need plastic surgery."

The group all paused to stare at her. Even Avery, with his loud chatter, went quiet.

Malloy pressed his lips into a paper-thin line, awaiting to see Y/N's reaction.

Y/N opened her mouth and then shut it. A few moments passed before a silver dish went flying across the table, smacking the ravenette.

"Say that again, bitch." Y/N, the culprit who had thrown the plate, uttered. The black-haired Slytherin lightly gasped as a trail of blood dripped down her chin.

Tom's eyes darted to a teenage Gryffindor boy who was darkly watching Y/N's every move. They locked eyes for a second before the Gryffindor looked away, not daring to lift his head again.

The sudden commotion caused everybody in the Great Hall to turn their heads. There would be a few short seconds before the teachers began to intervene. But that was enough time for Y/N.