𝑆𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔， 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 || 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑋 𝑂𝑐

three.

It had been a little more than a week since Tom and Vivian's encounter in Slughorn's class. Tom had been trying to talk to Vivian a few times and they had been making eye contact during classes, but Vivian felt uneasy with him.

She had dabbled in dark magic herself, of course, and was equally fascinated by it, but she didn't seem to be as driven to learn everything as Tom was.

in particular with horcruxes.
Although her knowledge was limited, she was aware enough to know that they should not be tampered with. Anyways, with Abigayle they had been speaking a little more but not as much as Vivian had hoped.

"Talk to her for me, Markus." Vivian pleaded with the boy. "No. Abigayle will forgive you on her own time. Let it be." He said, brushing his hands through his hair.

The two were in the quiet common room. There were only around five other people.

"You're only saying that because you don't like me. You never have." She growled at the boy. "That's not true." Mark denied.

"No? You've always tried to get Abigayle to stop being my friend. You're so possessive over her!" Her voice began to rise.

Some people began to look over at the pair.
"I'm just looking out for her, alright?" He huffed. "Looking out for her? What exactly am I going to do?" Vivian scoffed, nearly laughing.

"I don't know, Vivian. There's just something off about you. Something I can't happen to put my finger on." Mark was acting like she was a mass murderer.

"Oh, obviously." She rolled her eyes and began to walk away. When she was walking out of the common room, she noticed two people who wouldn't take their eyes off of her.

Lestrange and Avery.

Avery appeared to be uncomfortable, as evidenced by the guilty expression on his face. Lestrange, though, appeared focused and determined.

Vivian nervously gulped and walked up the stairs and to her dorm, out of their sights.

"Abigayle." Vivian's voice spoke, looking at the girl. Abigayle was sitting down, her legs crossed, and her hands intertwined with each other.
"I'm ready to talk."

"You are?" Vivian sat across from her, on her own bed. "I have questions, and you have answers."
"Well, go ahead. Ask your questions."

"When?"
"I was curious before first year. I had heard things about the magic, and I was quite curious. Then, when I arrived at Hogwarts, I decided to explore the restricted section of thr library out of pure curiosity."

"What do you plan to do with it?"
"Absolutely nothing! I don't use it much. There's no need to." Vivian said, defending herself.

"How many times have you used the magic?"
"Not often. I used it quite a lot in first year, but then I realised it was driving people away from me, so I decided to calm it down."

"Who else knows?" Vivian thought whether she should tell Abigayle about Tom or not. Technically Tom did know, but she didn't want him to get into trouble. "No one else."

"How have you managed to keep this a secret from everyone? From me?" Abigayle seemed almost offended that Vivian hadn't told her.

"I was worried you would think differently of me. People started to dislike me without knowing about the dark magic; I wondered what you would act like if you knew."
"You should have told me." Abigayle put her face in her hands.

Before the conversation could continue any further, Mark waltzed into the dorm room. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Vivian rolled her eyes.

"Riddle's looking for you." Mark crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "Why is Riddle looking for you?" Asked Abigayle. A confused expression on her face.

"Yes, why is Riddle looking for you?" Mark chimed in. "That's none of your business, Markus." Her stern voice stated.

"Does he know?" Asked Abigayle, nearly gasping. "No! Of course not." "Know what?" Mark sat down on Abigayle's bed making himself comfy.

"Nothing!" They both shouted in unison. "Well, you best hurry up. Lestrange said that Riddle doesn't like to be kept waiting." Mark put his arm over Abigayle's shoulder and Abigayle pushed it off.

"Lestrange told you that Riddle wants to speak with Vivian. What is this? Chinese whispers?" Abigayle laughed at her own joke and then nudged Mark.

"Did Lestrange say where I could happen to find Riddle?" Vivian cocked an eyebrow. "The library." Vivian began to make her way out of the dorm room, leaving Mark and Abigayle alone.

As she closed the door behind her, she could hear giggling coming from the room she had previously been in.

Vivian made her way to the library and began to look around for Tom Riddle. She found him sat at a secluded place near the back.

"You wanted to see me?" Vivian placed her hands on the table Tom was sitting at, feeling the cold wood beneath her palm.

"Take a seat."
"Okay, sir." She joked as she took a seat across from the serious looking brunette. "You've been avoiding me." He looked up from his book.

"We don't usually speak with each other, Riddle. How do you know that I'm avoiding you?" She asked, pursuing her lips.

"Call it intuition. And you run away every single time that you see me." Vivian crossed her arms and leaned back into the seat, taking in his words.

"I'm shy." Her tone was sarcastic.
"And I'm curious, Vivian." She shivered at his words, but decided to not show how nervous it really made her.

"First name basis? You're bold."
"Oh, I know."

AN
i'm too lazy to continue this but i wanna post. i'll write the rest trm xx