His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Cordelia- Broken

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

14th October 2016
Friday

In my short eleven years of life, I learnt fairly quickly what awkward meant.

The time I forgot to lock the bathroom door when I was eight and Julius came in.
The time I walked into Cleo and Julius making out passionately not one but five times.
That day when I had to show my two year older German cousin who couldn't speak a word of English around.

But this, this half hour of potion checking with Aileen took the prize by a mile.

Professor Nova, on our Friday Potions lesson, was bad as her word when she agreed on the last half hour of the Slytherin/Ravenclaw potion lesson dedicated to the Polyjuice Potion.
When I assured her that the potion was bubbling fine, she insisted that Aileen and I had to 'bounce off ideas with your brilliant minds!'.

We might as well be trying to bounce eggs off walls with our dark demore.
I quickly tried to escape the dour atmosphere by burying myself into A Magical Thousand Herbs and Plants, but the tense blanket could still be felt, pressing against us like the air before a storm.

The somber aura, that had been radiating off of Aileen for the past week was intimidating to say the least, prompting me to sneak a peek at him from behind my book.

He looked- sad, or rather angry at something.
His gaze, that was currently directed on- a black leather, spell book that I didn't recognise, seemed empty and out of focus, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Draco dormiens nunquam titilandus," I murmured quietly to myself, reciting the school motto. Aileen was not a dragon anyone would want to disturb. Especially me.

"Staring is rude..." Aileen's sleepy voice shook me out of my swirling thoughts, and back into the present.
I suddenly realised, that the two of us were the only ones left in the classroom.

I didn't realise how much time had past, being alone in a classroom with Aileen is definitely a bad idea.

"Blowing up at someone is rude,"
I snaped back before dumping my books in my bag and grabbing my violin case, catching Juliet's eye from the classroom door.

"So is breaking a promise that you made to someone, and yet you did it anyway." I heard Aileen whisper more to himself than actually talk to me, as he stood up.

Suddenly, I was fed up of his sour attitude and his persistence of accusing me of this damn promise.

"What promise did I break? How did I even break it? Stop acting like I've killed your entire family-it's not like you're a damn saint!" I demanded as I twisted around towards him, releasing the pent up anger from the week.

"You promised to stay..." Aileen's voice was soft, barely above a whisper as he direct that same gaze towards me that he had given me on that day, but this time his gaze held something more than just sorrow, anger, pleading scream for companionship and disappointment.

Suddenly, it hit me. On that night on his birthday, but he couldn't be upset over that, right?

"Aileen," I began, hesitantly, cautiously.
"You can't be talking about your birthday,right?"

I received no answer, Aileen's gaze drifted off towards the entrance of the classroom, his eyes glazing over like they had done many times before since that day. It seemed as if he wasn't fully here with everybody else, his body was here, but his mind was a whole different matter.
"I'm going to the hospital wing..." he murmured in my direction, his mismatched eyes staring far into the distance.
"Wait!" I took a step closer, preventing him from moving.
"Look, I'm sorry that I didn't get to celebrate your birthday, but please remember it was one o'clock in the morning,and I was exhausted as hell. I had just been yelled at by my brother, was stuck in orchestra with Li for two hours, and you know what he's like. I also had to chase up illegal alcohol-"
"You misunderstood," Aileen started to speak- his emotionless tone cutting me off mid sentence.
"I'm not mad at you for not celebrating my birthday, I couldn't care less about it..." He trailed off whilst gently placing his- burning hot, hand on my shoulder, moving me out of his way.
"I'm leaving now." He murmured lowly, and made his way towards the door- not once looking me directly in the eyes.
"Then why are you mad at me? What do I have to do make you see I'm not that terrible person you think I am? What have I done that's so unforgivable that you can't find it in you to forgive?" I found myself saying, my anger falling to desperation and sadness.

Am I that bad a person? Was the unspoken question on my lips.

"I'm not mad at you..." Aileen's words were- yet again barely above a whisper.
"You still don't understand what you've done wrong even after I told you-I'm disappointed, and that's something that will pass." He briskly made his way towards the door, and suddenly stopped as if remembering something.
"You don't have to take the Polyjuice potion anymore, it was too much to ask of you.."
And with that he left the classroom, not looking back even once.

I stood in the bare classroom, staring at the closed door before sliding down to the cold ground. With my anger burned out ,there was nothing to stop me from dissolving into tears.

Somehow, Aileen being disappointed in me hurt more then anything I've ever felt.