𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 ║Tom Riddle ✔ [EDITING]

Chapter Forty-Eight: Splinches lead to Stitches

"Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us."
― David Richo

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"WHY are we here at night!?" Abby hisses at me, and I give her a look.

"You were the one that wanted to come, you daft dimwit!" I snap at her, as we make our way outside of Hogwarts.

"But we could've gone during the day!" She argues, making me give her a look.

"Really? During the day!? When the halls are roaming with professors and Headmaster Dippet!" I give her a look, making her groan.

"I'm going to end up falling asleep." She whines, making me sigh.

"Probably not. Dumple said that we'd most likely end up dead if I tried to do this." I murmur and she squeaks in fear.

"Why are you telling me this NOW!!?" She screams, and I smack her.

"HUSH!" I scowl. "You were the one who duelled me, so I'd let you come with me!!" I snap at her. "I thought it wouldn't have made a difference!"

"Yes, because I am one to disregard my life so easily like that!" She smacks me back. "Why can't we get more help?" She asks as we stalk through the dark shadows that we call night.

"Because I don't want more blood on my hands, and you have me. I'm all the backup we need." I scoff, and she snorts.

"Now I see why everyone ships you and Riddle together. Two peas from the same pod." She grumbles, and I whip around to stare at her.

"What?!"

"Everyone is betting on when you two will get together and date. The girls are saying years just so that they'll have more time to try to snake him from you." She snickers and I gape at her.

"Oh my god." I breathe. "People are unbelievable!" I snarl and shake my head at her. "Do you have a bet?!" I demand at her, and she's silent. "ABBY!!"