𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𓂃𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚

Classic cliche

It's been days. And that conversation was just as I remembered. I explained to him what that room was and I felt his cold eyes silently judging me, but like a dark veil threw over his irises. He found something that he could work with. He already had the plan on what to do, he just didn't know how to start. But now something clicked in him and now he found one of the pieces of the puzzle of his ultimate chaos.

He didn't talk to me since then, which was strange because I remembered him being more curious about my identity. Maybe I messed up something. I hope not, honestly. He just observes me, from far away, every day. His eyes dark, cold, like the eyes of a fallen angel of an old painting. I assume he always saw me but it was like the classmates that you ignore their existence of. But now he was staring. His shadow covered eyes met my big deer like ones for a hundred times per day. And not in a romantic or kind was. It scared me. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I don't know what I did wrong, and now I feel pathetic. Useless. I feel like I'm whining. But oh lord I just want him to love me. I finally meet him again, and I want him to immediately love me. I know I'm an impatient woman, well, now a girl.

I noticed some of his "friends" stalking me. Back then I didn't know that it was them, but luckily now I'm like a hundred steps ahead.
First one to notice was Rosier. Then Avery. After that Lestrange. And Nott who was a little clumsy. I just know he didn't told them about the room, I know him. He doesn't trust anyone. We're all pawns in his little sick game.

I had to sit through the same classes with the same teachers and some topics again. I remembered most of the things so I in classes my mind just wanders off and planning my next step. Just like now. My seatmate was a bloody fool. Stupid. And he smelled. Like hell. I had the urge to show my pen into his hand when he didn't give me room on this damn desk. I still feel the cold eyes glaring into my face. I sat at the back of the class and of course Tom, at the very first desk like the great student he was. I glanced up from my notebook again, meeting his eyes again as he secretly watched me over his shoulder. He just slightly narrowed his eyes then turned back ahead.

It was one of those Thursday nights again. He was patrolling at night. I knew where he was in the building at what time, as back then I always accompanied him.

So I decided to pay him a lovely visit. I started to not care about doing the exact same thing like in the past. I stood where the Room of Requirement was, I knew he would definitely pass by sometime. And I was right. He came. He paused, looked at me a little stunned and confused, that I was here this week too. I was just looking at him then smiled a little.

'Still trying?..."
I said softly but still, with my usual sarcastic and mocking tone that a lot of people don't notice.

'...you're strange.' He quietly said. 'You are too.'
A not awkward, but not comfortable silent settled down between us. I was just looking up at him from a few meters away, almost admiring his face.
'...why did you tell me about this room. You could have just lied. And you don't seem someone who wouldn't lie.'
'That's true, Marvolo. I lie a lot.'
He froze, his eyes narrowed then widened the little. I knew what I was doing. But he didn't. After a good while his already a bit cold voice that was masked with fake kindness and charm turned into a dangerous and dark tone.
'I never told you my name... let alone my middle name.'
'We go to the same Dark Arts class' I said with a small smile, knowing it wouldn't be enough to convince him.
'And. No one really knows my middle name'
'But you like your middle name better'
He was shocked for the second time in the last three minutes.
'...' he didn't know what to say, just looked at my small smirk that was masked by a sweet smile.
'... well, goodnight then. Marvolo.' He was watching as I simply walked away. I have no intention on doing more. I just wanted him to be more interested in me. To look at me more. To notice me more.

Next day, after Dark Arts I quickly packed my things into my bag, wanting to get away from this bloody bastard next to me. I noticed him intensely glaring at me while doing so from the other side of the classroom. I just glanced up at him, cracking a very, very small innocent smile then walked out with the other students. As I walked I suddenly felt strong and cold hands tightly grip my arm, pulling me into a bathroom. I immediately knew it was him, so I didn't even acted like I was surprised or confused. He roughly but still gently, not wanting to make a big noise, pushed me against the wall, his grip on my arm painful.

''I know your name but I don't know who you are.'
'And? Do you want to know me?...' my small smile slightly widened, innocently, not in a flirty manner. I know he always used this type of innocent charm. I did too.
'... To be honest, no, I do not wish to ever get to know anyone because I don't care... but I have a feeling that you know some things that could greatly benefit me...'
'Just like I did with the Room of Requirement?'
'Exactly, you know what I mean...'
After another silence that was just like the previous one he spoke again.
'I want you to help me reach my goal. I think you would be a great help.'
'And what if I say no? It's not my responsibility. Why would I care about your goals—'
'I wasn't asking'
'—for free?...'
'Ah... so you're a simple girl.'
'We can say that...'
'... and what if I won't give you anything?'
'Then give me a reason on why should I help you.'
'Be glad I even noticed you, let alone asking you to join me.'
'Hm... okay, I join. Why not?'
Everything goes just as I planned. This new past is getting interesting. The happenings are going much more quickly than in the original past.
Suddenly, we heard a small noise break our silence. We both quickly turned our heads towards one of the stalls in the bathroom. It was a small, whining sound. Tom pushed the door open, revealing Moaning Myrtle. God. I remember her. His first victim. We both looked at her up and down, raising an eyebrow. She quickly restrained herself, knowing she has got caught. She muttered an 'Excuse me' with her annoying childlike voice and awkwardly but rushingly walked out.