Hogwarts: a school of Witchcraft and Love (Tom Marvolo Riddle x F!reader)

Chapter 6-01

Lately, you've been crossing the ever dwindling line between euphoria and frustration.

Euphoria, because for one, Abraxas held true to his word and together with his parents and himself you went to the Tournament.

You had gone in with low expectations when it came to your company and somehow still got disappointed. However, it must be said that the drinks you didn't know existed and foods that made the Hogwarts buffet look ordinary, made up for Abraxas' unabashed bragging about anything and everything.
(You had never seen so much arse-kissing like what he did to the Head of Ministry. It was embarrassing to witness).

But you got to see your idol in action and that was all that mattered. You felt like you made the better choice by going. It sucked to admit but it was only because of the Malfoys that you got a signed photograph of Roderick, which you were planning to gift to Will, which was where your luck really turned around.

You see, in exchange for suffering a full day with Abraxas' and allowing his snobby quirks, his father pulled some strings and managed to convince Will's kin that Hogwarts was guaranteed more safety with the dementors in place. You were sort of glad you hadn't been there after Will owl'ed you that that meeting had been one for the ages due to their social standings being miles apart.

Right. Let's not pretend that you had any choice in wanting the company or not. Tom refused to let you 'tramp' about the busy crowds alone. Only under the condition that Abraxas would be with you, constantly, did he let you go.

Despite being torn between independence and orders, you knew the only way to prevent more arguing would be to take the safe path. But as always, you couldn't have good news without the bad.

You wouldn't remember the full extent of how the attack on Elizabeth happened in the first place, but the Headmaster's severe warning and the aftermath, you couldn't get out of your head.

When you were questioned, you had barely moved enough to look at whoever was making you stare past bright white walls, and into the confines of space. No matter how much they pried and pressed different lines of questioning, you couldn't provide any useful answers.

And now that your punishment was revealed to you...

You'd finished your last class on the first day at 15:30, and currently it was 17:03.
Your project partner hadn't shown up, and it had been more than an hour since you've been waiting.

You knew this was going to happen, that the person you were forced to cooperate with, would ditch you and let you do all the work. The fact that Dumbledore thought this was a good idea was pretty silly, it irked you to believe that he thought you would be a good help when you couldn't even help yourself to stop snacking from delicious Sugar Quills.

Mmm...

Mid-drooling, someone knocked on the door to the class room you'd locked yourself up in, and you dashed to open it.

"Ay," a familiar brute addressed you, tone coming out dry the instant he saw you.

"Walden?-"

"-you are to go to the library," Walden said, his stare hard.

Irritation coursed through your veins and you stepped back from the door to control your mouth. More than an hour and you were sent a messenger to tell you to meet somewhere else?

"Why is he not here." You nearly growled out once you stopped inwardly cussing at the heavens. It was not even a question, more of an odd demand.

"I will go to the Headmaster about it then," Macnair hissed impatiently.