This Old Agony 《Tom Riddle Fanfiction 》

𝕳𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞: 𝕬𝖓 𝖀𝖓𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝕯𝖆𝖞

Sometimes, I don't know whether I should thank you or stab you for what you have done. Who cares now? It is all in the past. ( A night of sleep is what I need.)

Oh, my heart, my dear heart, aren't you useless?

It took a flipped mattress for her to realize the wand was lost, as if the ground had swallowed it. This caused the young lady to be distressed; she had a DADA class in the first period. Even worse, it was a practical class, and her participation was needed.

It was the lump building around her throat that threatened to erupt into a cry, causing her glossy eyes to release tears. For a person to cry over a simple reason is a sight of mockery and patheticness. "What do I do?" Her nails dug into her fingers, leaving a mark. Her dry, cracked lips are being picked up by her teeth. It was the pair of hands that were sweaty, while the fingertips were colder than snow.

To lose a wand is a simple thing for a rich young witch like her, but it was the fact that her next class is DADA and the professor is strict with participation marks. What is she going to do? Was the roaming question in her mind. There are multiple options, but none are going to be accurate enough to help her, especially in her chest-hardening situation—a situation that she created in her mind, making her look into space with an irritating sound inside of her ears; however, the silence was a companion in the room that looked at her in pity.

It was her forced footsteps that made her get out of the haunting room, which is viewed as a beautiful dream.

For a thought to be broken, one must break it. The best destroyer lay within her sight, like a friend who might help.

Oh, foolish girl? Will your heart deliver guidance to you instead of your mind again?

He saw her late to class with a stiff demeanour; she didn't greet him or at least smile as she usually does. Her eyes are on the fingers of her hand, digging into the skin of the opposite hand. A gold ring has caught his attention because this ring has been worn as a necklace ever since he laid his eyes on her.

His eyesight went higher to view her neck and face. There was a necklace that could be viewed under her shirt and a pair of detailed, dangling earrings; they looked like a grape bunch. She had worn them a few times before; they were her favourite pair, as he heard her say before.

"Can I borrow your wand for today's class only?" She turned to look at him as quickly as her speech was. "Of course, when it is my turn only!" A panicky tone rose from the fear of rejection.

"You can, but why are you in need of it?" A concerned expression and a soft voice were all he needed to gain her every single time.

"I lost mine and can't find it," she explained.

"Such an unfortunate event to occur today. You can use mine; however, it may not work as well as your wand." To gain a prey's trust, you must make them rely on you and seem truthful while lying.

"I know, but it is better than no wand," she said awkwardly. A smile of gratitude lets him know that she fell into his clutches and he wouldn't free her.

He nodded with a smile.

They both returned their attention to the class, waiting for the professor to say either of their names. She fidgets with her hands, touching every detail of her ring. Her eyes were on her desk while he was observing her surroundings and her.