Cold-Blooded (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Chapter 7

March 18, 1935 (Part 2)

Against The World

         It wasn't long after the whole "cheating" incident did recess start, and the kids were ecstatic to get to the playground. The playground's obstacles were easily flooded with children as soon as the teachers announced their breaks, trying not to waste time before lunch could start. After an experience of a week with the children's routines, you easily became familiar with which child belongs to which "clique". Those cliques often take over a certain area, which made it impossible for you to use a certain obstacle since they hog all over it--a contribution to your disinterest in hanging around the playground.

Normally, you wouldn't be here, except for your first few days when you were new, but you eventually found no interest in coming as days passed by, and even now is no exception from your lack of interest. The only reason why your presence is on this particular area is because you've been searching for your blonde friend that you haven't seen for half the day. It was starting to get worrisome.

Walking past the seesaw obstacle, you tried to stretch your neck out to further your view from the sea of orphans that could possibly be separating your sight from Mary, as you tried to search around. Alas, once reaching the corner of the property's fence; setting the limit of the orphanage and your search, your eyebrows scrunched up in disappointment, wondering of the eight-year-old's whereabouts.

Could it be possible that she was adopted without you knowing? Is that how orphanages work? That random adults can easily pick up any children at any given time? Perhaps not. Surely, muggles aren't that careless to give away children just like that. Granted you don't know how orphanages work, much less a muggle's, you may be proven wrong.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice an outstretched leg that caused you to lose to your weight and land your hands and skirt on the damp soil. Seething, you let out a deep sigh before slowly standing up, then attempted to rid of the mud from your hands by clapping them together, before shaking off remnants of dirt from your dress' skirt. Collecting your calm thoughts, you faced the person responsible-- another person you've never crossed paths with before.

Why was everyone against you today? The people who deemed to be your enemies were children you're not familiar with, much less antagonize. Did you do something forbidden without knowing? If so, you plan on knowing.

"What is your problem?" You growled lowly, trying to resist the urge to hex the older girl.

"Maybe it's you who has a problem." Letting out a 'hmph' of satisfaction, the nameless girl scurried off, but not before you mumbled a quick spell that stuck one of her foot on the soil, causing her to stumble at the unexpected 'stump', then you lowly uttered out a counter spell so she wouldn't find her foot literally glued to the ground. Turning around, you exited the scene as soon as you can, leaving a confused brunette questioning what just happened to her.

You are not making any progress by staying here, you concluded to yourself.

Just as you were about to leave, you spotted a certain ravenette by the swings; on his own with no seatmate to converse with him. You suddenly remembered. While it may be true that each playground obstacle had a clique, the swing set was proven to be an exception-- only available for Tom Riddle.

Because Mary was unavailable as of now, perhaps talking to an acquaintance wouldn't be much of a bad alternative. You do have to thank Tom Riddle for earlier.

As you're approaching the pale boy, you've noticed he's been alone for your whole stay here. Whether he chose to be or not was beyond you. Tom Riddle had nobody, except for the adults he managed to smitten. But other than them, he only had himself.