"she was the type of person who'd explain how she was going to stab you in the front before she actually shoved the knife in... and you'd let her.
she'd probably even pass the knife to you so you can shove it in your own chest...and you would."
tom...
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e v e l y n d i s a p p e a r e d again. Long weeks passed, and Tom wondered if Evelyn was somehow a ghost, like the History of Magic teacher, Mr. Binns, or The Bloody Baron. He wondered if she used Hogwarts like the underworld, and her target to torment for eternity was him.
It was not as if she had vanished entirely, but she just simply didn't bother to make herself known, and Tom was desperate for her—he really was, and he loathed her for it.
In the first week, her disappearing act was part of their game. He wrote her notes as she had him, and he pretended that her absence didn't matter to him. He even included snide little comments on the sides like she had.
Things like, "When did you learn this charm? Before or After the killing curse?"
He tried to make them sound like their bickering and banter. He tried to imagine her reading them and smiling.
After the second week, he noticed the note-taking for what it was: her manipulation. She wanted him to become obsessed with her, to worry about where she was and what she was doing. It was always her game, never theirs. He had thrown the notes into the fire without giving her any of them.
The problem with him being so ridiculous is that, in his right mind, he would have never even been involved in her game, would have never cared, but now he was a permanent player—one that she could leave at the side of the board until she was ready for him again.
His followers had replaced him as her playthings. She had chosen each one in turn just to prove to him that she did not do anything by his rules. The worst part was no matter what he said to his followers about her, they didn't care. Evelyn Maeve was worth the punishment. She was worth it all.
It wasn't just them. The whole school was talking about it. That she had tired of him. That Tom Riddle was not enough for her. That he was the problem.
Tom had been furious even though he knew the rumors were not true. Tom even knew that Evelyn didn't kiss anyone without a reason. While he was thinking about her and only her, she was focusing on finding out more information. She was continuing with whatever plan she had thought up. That is what worried him: her scheming, her continual movement toward a goal that he had no part in.
But then again, she had told him. She had only kissed that boy because she liked his hair. Had she been lying to him? No, Evelyn never lied; only talked in half-truths, and he fell for it. He had been so very wrong to take her bait. She was always one step ahead of him, and he had fallen through the staircase.
The spot she had stuck him in had turned him jealous. Jealous that she had even liked the boy's hair. So what if the boy had black curls? He had black curls! And she had known that that was exactly what to say to him to get him riled up.
