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16 | accio

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16 | accio

accio

charm; summons an object from a distance

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EVELINA RESTED HER HEAD ON THE PILLOW that the nurse slid softly under her head, sighing slightly as Tom pulled up a chair next to her. She left a glass of a translucent, luminous liquid on the table, motioning for her to drink it after resting. The nurse was young, and as she ducked away, Tom's stare stopped on her for a second too long. A short burst of anger swept through Evelina, and she turned away, rubbing her forehead.

She had no idea why she'd felt like that; even when she'd courted people in the past, if they did such things she'd felt fine, although she'd acted angry. Everybody thought she was the perfect girl, sweet, smart, popular, beautiful, but they had it all wrong. Nobody knew how hard she worked to keep that reputation as sterling as the silver that adorned the Slytherin crest.

Evelina thought back to Rodolphus and the way he had looked at her; as if there was something else between them. Her blood had turned to fire, but her hands went cold. She didn't know why, but it had felt strange, and she didn't like the feeling. At all.

Somebody set a board down on her legs, the wood hard against the blanket, pulling her from her thoughts. Evelina opened her eyes again and glared at the intruder — nobody dared enter her personal space — only to see Tom, staring back at her sullenly. On the board were multiple pieces, like tiny people and animals... This was chess.

"Not ordinary chess; wizards chess," Tom said, and Evelina quickly put her block back up. How could she forget?

Without a word, she picked up a piece and toyed with it in her palm.

"I don't want to play," Evelina muttered.

His gaze lit up as she spoke and then fell again. "Are you scared that my king will beat your queen?"

Putting as much bluntness into her voice as she could and pulling the bitterness out, she spoke. "Don't you know Tom? The queen is always more powerful than the king."

He was silent for a moment, mulling this over as the nurse came back again. "Ms. Moreau, if you've finished your drink, you'll be discharged at once."

Evelina slapped a smile onto her face once more and turned towards her. "Thank you..." She peeked at her badge. "Nurse Samara."

Samara beamed. Evelina could see the appeal, with her flawless olive skin and bright amber eyes, Samara could probably charm any boy off of his feet. She clenched her jaw and avoided looking at the cute dimple in Samara's cheek.

Tom through her a look, one that was full of knowing and worry. Again, she focused on pushing him out of her mind and shot knives at him with her eyes.

As Samara left, Evelina growled at him. "Are you actually taking advantage of the fact that I have a headache?"

Pouting, Tom replied. "Why would you say that?"

She drew her gaze away from his lips. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Evelina got up out of her hospital bed, startling Tom and pushing past him to get to the doorway. She rushed by, students giving her strange looks as she was not in uniform, with a crazed look in her eyes.

She knew she looked a little... peculiar, but she had no mind for that. Evelina only had to get away from Tom. He was messing with her head, she knew it. For all she knew, he could have cast an Imperio on her.

Shaking her head free of her traitorous thoughts, she laughed at her misery. It wasn't really fair to her, was it, for Tom to take advantage of her ill health. But she could have known.

This was Tom Riddle, after all. Who did she think she was, thinking she could tame the beast? He was the lion, and she was the lamb. He was so much stronger than her, both emotionally, physically, and socially, and she had no clue why she'd thought she could ever have beaten him. Him, of all people. The man — or the boy, she couldn't figure out which he acted more like — who bested everyone in everything, the one who was charming, magnetic, perfect.

This was too much to handle. She should've known. She should've thought this through.

Evelina had always been impulsive, but to feel all of these, these emotions crashing down on her like a bucket of cold water in the morning was both insightful and painful.

What were all of these feelings? And what did they mean for her?

She'd never thought of herself as weak, but now she was starting to doubt herself. Was she starting to change?

Questioning herself and her motives was also something she never did. Every day since she'd started talking to him, something else about her became a little more different, and she hated it. The way she was, nobody could touch her, nobody affected her. Nobody could take her down.

Now she couldn't think straight around him and he had easily turned her into a — was that jealousy? — green eyed monster with just a glance at another girl. Ever since her father had told her about the conditions of his and her mother's marriage, she resented her parents... But also understood more about herself. She read up on love potions and thought about why other children smiled such, bright real ones, while hers was stretched tight across her face.

When she fell off her bicycle for the first time, she felt the pain but did not cry. When she had her first real birthday party, she laughed but did not feel happy. When she was sorted into Hufflepuff, all she felt was anger... and even that was slightly muted.

Because of this, she was strong.

But now one person made her feel, and that was what made her weak.

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so i know i haven't updated in 328953 years; here's to stardust24601 ; thank you so so much for helping me so fricking much! ily <3

to my readers, don't get too deep in the feels cause there's a lot coming up ;)

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