Her aroma's curse {T.R}

15: I Hope Nobody Catches us, but I Kind of Hope They do

TOM RIDDLE:

I cracked my neck listening to Severus explain the reason of the inability to get me further information about Klaus and Stefan Salvatore and this bastard with the name Peter Wright. I raised my brows.

"In fact, my lord. I think Summer should be punished for delaying her task, yet Xavier really had no intention in doing such action. But do not worry, they will submit their updates soon enough." He lowered his tone since students have stood outside awaiting their entry cue. I tensed my jaws... "well then, i'll be expecting them soon, Severus." I leaned back on the desk and he exited nodding.

I tilted my head back huffing to the air. I was dressed in a full black suit, since it was absolutely cold. This was excruciating. Everything was almost as unbearable as it was once before i had seen her. But i promised to let her go and we said proper goodbyes. We did everything. Everything and now nothing will ever happen again. The students entered and their thoughts rushed into my head. I couldn't separate them.

They all sat down. Again.. all of them. And i hated- no i loathed all of them.

28 years of absolute hatred. I wanted to celebrate my birthday like she celebrated hers by a wild insane fuck. But... she was not present and i cannot touch another woman. I could not bear it.

I scowled checking them all out. How pathetic they were.

And then all my facials changed and my hands quivered behind my elbows since i crossed my arms on my chest.

Don't be bitter, relax a bit

She...
Her voice. I mean her thought. It echoed in my head swiftly and i immediately switched my eyes to her seat and.

I parted my lips. She... she was there. She was back. Anastasia. She.. returned. I almost had the urge to sigh so longly and drop to my knees and let her pull me close to her. In front of everyone? No. But in general. She looked.. beautiful: red nose, pink cheeks and a little pale of lips because of the cold, but her hair was wavy, her lashes were long and her eyes were brighter with zeal.

I obliviated her. She does not remember the night of Beuxbaton. I let her go. But all this. What i saw before my eyes was her. Really her. And she came back only by coincidence.

"Look who decided to show up and not neglect classes?" I asked in sarcasm leaning forward a little. She raised her arm mocking me and i raised my brows in response. Something in me warmed and soothed. Everyone chuckled and i tilted my head at her. "Miss Pierce." I tried as much as possible to hold back my smirk. My heart sped instantly to an unenviable level and i swallowed.

Hi.

"Yes, Professor" she thought but she spoke formal words. I stared at her for a couple seconds then sighed again in some kind of relief. It was the worst timing for her to come back. I was releasing the basilisk into the tunnels tonight. I had already planned it. And set the victims. "Stay after class to receive your missing work." I answered then turned back to the board. I grabbed the chalk.

Welcome back after a four week commercial break, we are now starting season 3 of life. Stay tuned to witness my death.

She made me choke on air with her thought as i coughed repeatedly then recovered not wanting to face her.

I wrote 'Petrifaction' On the board before i heard a student talk. "Professor, didn't we cover this in the basilisk?" I turned back feeling irritation grow to my throat. "No shit?" Anastasia replied to her making a couple students titter and i looked at her with my tongue in my cheek raising my brows. "Sorry," she grinned at me holding an apologetic hand up to me. I rolled my eyes at her then turned to the girl.