Rosie ⎮ Tom Riddle

Thirty Two

Disgusting Love

  In the dimly lit chamber, Tom stood tall and imposing, his dark eyes scanning the faces of those gathered around him. Ben stood in the corner, his arms crossed and eyes closed as he looked down. Mulciber and Dolohov sat on velveted chairs while Malfoy and Capella sat on the couch. 

  Malfoy's voice cut through the heavy silence, dripping with scepticism.

  "My lord, what in the world were you doing going to see her, respectfully?" Malfoy's tone was incredulous, his silver eyes flashing with suspicion.

  Tom thought about killing him but his thoughts were too soon full of Rosalie to bother with it. He clenched his jaw slightly, but he maintained his composure. "I needed information," he replied evenly, his voice laced with authority.

  The others looked at him with a quiet interest. 

  "And what information did you end up getting, My lord?" Ben finally asked, looking up from his corner. Tom stared at him darkly.

  "Information that every one of you has been bloody careless when it came to taking care of that unspeakable!" He yelled suddenly, lifting his wand at Mulciber, who fell out of his chair rather suddenly and clutched his throat.

  Dolohov swallowed and looked the other way, Tom stalking up to where Mulciber wriggled on the ground. He held his wand strong.

  "I remember assigning such a task to you, my friend. Did I not?" Tom asked, his voice cold and his eyes more frozen than the Arctic. 

  "Did I not?" He asked immediately after, not leaving any time for an explanation. Mulciber nodded his head quickly, his hands attempting to relieve the pressure from his throat to let in any amount of air. 

  Tom tilted his head, breathing quietly before letting the curse off of his neck. Tom stood back up and walked back to his previous position, the quiet gasps from Mulciber filling the quiet death of the room.

  Tom turned back quickly. "You're rather lucky me seeing Rosie has put me in a good mood today. I dare say the next time you see her you'd better be on your knees bowing and thanking her for your life because if I hadn't seen her today, you would be dead." Tom snarled. Mulciber pulled himself back up on his chair and bowed his head like a trained dog.

  "Of course, My lord." He said, his voice raspy.

  Capella, seated nearby, scoffed disdainfully. "She hardly deserves to be bowed too. She's turned to the other side. Fucking a Gryffindor too wasn't she?" She boasted negatively towards the group, slowly latching eyes onto Ben who looked pitifully disgusted at what she had just said, he knew Tom wouldn't be in the mood to hear it.

  Tom stared at her, waiting for her eyes to train back onto him. "Would you like to repeat that, Capella?" He asked, his gaze icy, and his ears blocked from hearing what he didn't want to. 

  Capella saw the look of venom in his eyes and took it as a silent warning. She quickly bowed her head and surrendered without a second word. He didn't want to dwell on the implications of Rosalie's actions, nor did he want to entertain the notion that she had betrayed him.

  Ignoring the murmurs and whispers that circulated among the group, Tom pressed on, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife through butter.

  "Something big is coming," he declared, his tone grave. "We need to be prepared, on high alert. They may know more than we thought they knew."

  His words hung heavy in the air, casting a pall of uncertainty over the assembled group. Each member exchanged wary glances, silently acknowledging Tom's warning.