❝ I'm sorry you were not truly loved and that made you cruel ❞ Unknown
Celeste Baker just wanted her home and family to be safe and if that meant travelling back in time to stop it all, she would.
However, she wasn't prepared to be thrown into a gam...
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"𝖄ou do not think enough ahead." Celeste reminded him, continuing to write her notes. This was becoming a common theme with Tom Riddle. She would find a quiet corner to hide in and he would find her, like he was tracking her, and demand for her to play chess or for them to study together or to read in silence. As much as Celeste wanted to hate him, constant exposure to the man who would go on to kill her parents and friends, had heightened her tolerance to him so she did not mind nearly as much as she once would when he would come to bother her.
He was like a persistent cat who had found someone who hated cats.
She still did not like the man, not truly, but he was tolerable when her other friends were not present.
"This is a common theme with you, Riddle. You have no mind for strategy." Riddle bristled from where he was sitting opposite her, putting his quill down as Celeste continued to write, not paying him any attention even as he shot daggers into her head. "Thus, you fail at spell creation because you have no mind for thinking long term."
"Have you quite finished insulting me, Miss Baker?"
"No." She smiled at her scroll, happy with the annoyance that she was causing him.
"So, if I fail at that, how would you suggest that the change might be made?" Riddle got the words out through gritted teeth, placing all of his attention on the witch.
"You mean, how can you get better?" Riddle's glare at her head grew worse, but Celeste merely finished writing her sentence and looked back up at him. He hated admitting that he was weak or wrong, and Celeste found it more amusing to point it out for him. Even then, he kept coming back for more so in Celeste's mind, it was his own fault. "You need to stop focusing on the short term, let that go and only think about how it will affect the magical realm and the particles in the long term. So, if you're doing something with fire, how do you stop it, what's the end goal, what happens when it comes into contact with gas or something?"
"You've spent a long time thinking about this, I take it."
"Hence why I am the better of the two of us, as you have not spent a lot of time thinking about it." Celeste put her chin in her hand, watching him with unwavering eyes as he huffed. "You just have to put your ego aside. You do well with making the spells, then you get cocky and you lose the spell because you have not thought of its end point."
Riddle merely sighed, before writing something down in his notes as Celeste flipped through the books ahead of her, trying to find something.
"I need a book. Try not to copy too much of my work in the meantime." Celeste stood up, walking off without a backwards glance though she could feel the glare that Riddle kept levelled at her. Ducking through the corridors, Celeste found the advanced potioneering sign, walking up and down it as she searched for a book and a step ladder that she would undoubtedly need to reach the book.
