His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Friendship

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

3rd October 2016
Monday

Cordelia

It was only one move.
One shift and I found myself tumbling to the ground and hitting the stone floor in a rude awakening, my blanket being my only cushioning.

"Ow! What the?!" I cursed after coming out from my daze while rubbing my sore sides.
"Jeez it's cold."

I bunched the blankets around me to form a protective barrier against the bitter cold, constantly tasting my burning mouth, feeling like someone had feed me gasoline.

Pepper up, I groaned, recalling the terrible taste.

I shuffled back to bed, only to be stopped by a shock of curly red hair leaning over the opposite side of the bed, the flames of the nearby candle giving it a mysterious glow.
Aileen sat there soundly asleep head buried in his arm.

For second I stared dumbstruck at him, wondering how in the world he managed to sneak into the girls dorms when I recalled being rocked to sleep by Aileen's footsteps as he carried me through the many corridors.

I sat on the side of the bed, careful not to disturb him, with my back facing Aileen as I scrunched my hand in my hair, trying to remember any coherent thoughts.
The story that he just carried me didn't feel complete at all. I'm sure there was something significant that I said or he said..

I'm your loyal servant carrying you towards the paths of victory.

Now, what was that all about?
That was so out of the blue and so un-Aileen that I dismissed it as a dream brought on by the fever.
Though the idea of Aileen's undying loyalty didn't seem too bad.

As I searched deeper into my memory banks, I had a sensation of apprehending doom that in my feverish ravings, I may or may not have reference Lily in some way....damn it what did I say?

Oh Merlin, please don't let it be something mortifying and revealing of that night, but what in the blazes did I say?
Darn it!

I fervently searched for my exact wording and came across one sentence, so torn and wearied that trying to remember it was like grasping water.

'I'm bad for you.'

Well, damn straight you are.

I turned around to glance at Aileen and noticed that his right hand was outstretched, positioned as if something or someone was ripped from its grasp. I could feel my face heating up as I came up with an explanation for this.

By Merlin's beard...he wasn't holding my hand was he?

Well, that so wasn't creepy at all.
Was he watching me sleep?
Good grief- I look like a troll when I sleep!

In contrast to my feeling of awkward intimacy, there was something warm growing inside me, a sense of relief that I was the one that he'll go through great lengths for.

Now you're sounding like a lovestruck teenager I scolded myself.
You and him, if you're lucky, you are acquaintances, or friends at the most.

My eyes caught on the clock which marked the evening as nine thirty.

I missed dinner! And it was fish and chips too, I lamented, with the fact that I missed the Astronomy period where we were going to get the results of our first assessment.

No matter how awful I'm feeling, I'm going to Astronomy tonight. Even if an army of Frenchmen stands in my way, I will mow them down like a grass mower.