𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𓂃𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚

The Dream and The Truth

The sounds of footsteps echoed through the halls of the school. Dressed in black dresses, stalking the night. Rosemaries and spell books in hands, lips painted red with lipstick. Three girls walking while the rest of the school was out from the breeze of the cold night. Then another three girls joined the original trio, with same appearance.

I didn't let the meeting happen in the Room of Requirement, I wanted Tom to 'fight' for it, like he did in the original past. So we decided to hold the meeting in their dorm. My head was still full of thoughts, those thoughts spinning in my head like an angry bee, wanting to get out.

We arrived, quietly and carefully sneaking into their room, walking in a line like some kind of robbers. As I opened the door my eyes immediately locked with Tom's, my heart skipped a beat like it always did, almost started smiling like a little teenager. Everyone moved to talk with everyone.

Luca went to talk with Abraxas, Dalia with Rosier of course, Anastasia with Nott, Lola with Avery, Rosalia with Lestrange. And obviously, I immediately moved towards Tom, standing beside him with crossed arms, looking up at him from the side. I rarely saw him lately, it annoyed me. How am I gonna get us together? I should just hurry or something.

I was fidgeting with my wedding ring, like I always do when I was nervous, or sad, or conflicted. He glanced down at me, eyeing my simple gold ring with a small frown.
'...where did you get that?'
He suddenly asked, broking the silence that settled over us.
'It... I got it from my father.'
I lied. I had a guess that he could sense my lie, even if I was great at lying.

'Hm... It's quite pretty.'
Because you chose it, I thought.

'Oh thank you...'

'...'
'...'
'Priscilla?...'
'Yes, Marvolo?'
'From now... I want you to be beside me more.' He murmured coldly, glancing down at me with those red eyes, filled with obsession. I've been seeing that obsession since he killed Myrtle.
'What? Why?...'
'"Why?"... I see that you don't trust me. And you see... this whole... "little group"... is build on trust. They put their trust in me. And I miss your trust in me... you have a whole empty place in me you still haven't filled with your trust. It's a special place... besides, we haven't spoken that much, have we?'

'That's... uh... if you say so.'
'And do tell me... who were you shouting with on this evening? You seem... close.'
'He's my cousin'
'Yeah, I guessed. You two looked quite alike.'

He didn't really want that trust from Priscilla. That's not the reason why he wants her close to himself. Strangely, an alien feeling creeping into the back of his dark mind lately. He always wants to keep an eye on her. Always wants to know where she is, what is she doing, who she is with. He wants to see her every little move, control her like a master control his puppets with strings, posses her, devour her whole. This feeling is sudden. It came as a bad luck on a happy morning. A burden. Or quite the opposite. Something that gives him more strength, that encourages him to reach more. Be more cruel. It gives him the feeling of more and more power.

But he also feels another alien feeling. Fear. He fears that something might happen to her. Someone will take her, or she herself leaves willingly, leaving him. Or the worst, she might die. His biggest fear is death. And the grim reaper's kiss on her cheek would toss him into madness.

He decided to keep her close. She's suspicious. But she's useful. He still won't trust her. He will never trust in anyone. He has to get to know her, to get inside her pretty little head, and expose her deepest secrets and thoughts. He just has to get close to her somehow. He noticed her tries. So now, he decided that he will take advantage of it. He will play along.

His dreams became weird, filled with her imaginary presence. One night he dreamed about the two of them, taking a walk in a forest in the muggle world. He has very weird dreams. Suddenly, the orphanage appeared beside them, in the middle of the forest. He wanted to back away but it only took a blind for them to find themselves inside. Third floor, ninth room. His room.

Her hand brushed against his, and she left it there. She whispered something, something that made him feel warm. He was just staring down at her, thinking hard about what should he do? Because he can't date. He can't allow himself to be 'in love'. He's not even capable of it. But what if it's not love? Then what is this? He can't do relationships, he has to focus on his goals, and not on some pretty blonde.

But their lips met and reservations started to pass. This has to be a fling. Nothing more. Just so he can enjoy himself a little, have fun, experience. He only lives once, and he can't allow himself to die any soon.

And god how he loved that kiss. One of her hands on her waist, pulling her closer, his other hand in her hair on the back of her neck, pulling her in deeper. The kiss was gently but firm and possessive. Passionate but not rough. They kissed for like a minutes, then he slowly pulled, only to catch his breath but he also wanted to look at her face. Their faces still incredibly close, their noses brushing against each other's, their breaths hits the other's lips. He looked down at her lips then back up into her blue eyes, greyish like a stormy sea. A small crimson color caught his eyes, contrasting on her snow pale skin.

A tiny drop of blood. Then another, landing next to the other that slowly ran down her cheek. His brows furrowed, then he glanced up at her curtain bangs, the blood painting her beautiful platinum blonde hair red. He glanced down at her eyes, red again. Red like his eyes now. He took a step back, then he felt himself falling back, like falling into a pit that was made fora dead man. But he landed on his back. A cold and dark place. With a big mirror standing in front of him. He quickly stood up and saw himself. Older. More powerful. Greatness. Glory. Then he saw a hand on the reflection Tom's shoulder, and he saw Priscilla. She was older too, and with the same angelic yet powerful aura. He watched for a minute as the older version stood beside each other, her hand holding onto his arm.

He felt the same hand on his own shoulder, turning him around, but before he could see Priscilla, if it was even her, he suddenly woke up. He's been having crazy dreams, ever since the first meeting. He quickly sat up, breathing heavily. His forehead, bare chest, and black hair was slightly sweaty, the blanket pooled around his waist as the moonlight from the window beside him shined at him perfectly as if it was a paid actor. He didn't know why was this happening. It's just a distraction, nothing more. He doesn't need it. He doesn't need her. Oh but how badly he wants her. It almost hurts.

That morning, before classes, he called her to the back of the school. He didn't know why, he just wanted her to be beside him. He was standing, almost impatiently—even though he wasn't even waiting for anything—tapping her feet, looking around with a stern expression. The cigarette burning between his two fingers he got from Prissy, who got it from Lola. She was standing on one of those white stone benches, stepping and slowly turning back and forth in her boredom, taking a puff from her cigarette. She didn't have her robes on and it was a quiet chilly morning.

'...why am I here again?—'
'Just shut up and do what I say. And I'm telling you to stay.'
'... okay...'

He started wandering around but still stayed near her. His hands staying in the pocket of his black over, some snowflakes falling into his dark raven hair, and onto his board shoulders. And she was just standing on that stone bench. She was only wearing her white shirt and tie, a little wrinkled. Her skirt only reached the middle of her thighs, the soft breeze dancing with it. And of course her usual Mary Jane boots with white stockings that reached his knees. Her arms crossed, trying to warm herself, cigarette hanging from between her light red lips as she was looking down at him wandering around.

'You know... you're the most suspicious person I've ever met.'
'What does that even mean?'
'Oh nothing, just... it's like you always know what I'm thinking. But without magic. Or you know what's supposed to happen and how is it supposed to happen.'
'You must be a very paranoid young gentleman then, Marvolo.'