"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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t o m h a d gone over his plan close to a million times between leaving Evelyn the night before and the time it took him to get to the Great Hall in the morning. He now sat at the Slytherin table surrounded by his followers. They had returned to a much more stoic atmosphere after hearing what had happened the previous night when Evelyn had turned away Lestrange.
She had told him, as Lestrange had sadly relayed to the group this morning, that she had grown tired of them seeing her as any more than just friends. She had tried, or so she had said, to see them as more, but unfortunately, she couldn't. Avery had pointed out that at least she had tried, but Tom had, without meaning to, laughed at the statement. Avery and his followers had turned very quiet after that.
This made Tom happy either way. Evelyn had not only declared that she was done messing around with his followers for good but had also given him a bit of peace, whether she had meant to or not.
His plan wasn't complicated, and since Evelyn never seemed to deem breakfast worthy of her, it was easily doable. He looked over at the end of the table where Calista and her gaggle of girls sat, annoyingly loud and immature, even so early.
Tom had gone over multiple times about giving up on this whole plan and simply admitting to Evelyn that he had lied about the entire thing– the problem was he knew for a fact that she would never let him live it down. She would somehow hold the information over him for the rest of his life, teasing him with it when he was least expecting it. He could not have that happen.
Tom got up from his seat, ready to get this whole ordeal over with.
"My Lord?" Abraxas Malfoy had hesitantly asked.
"Stay here," Tom hissed, and then, because Malfoy had thrown a look at Avery, said a bit more nicely, "I need to take care of something."
All of his followers, without hesitation, dipped their heads slightly in a bow. The action made a confident smirk grow on his lips. He could fool Evelyn, for he was Lord Voldemort. People already bowed to him.
His strides were long as he walked over to the end of the Slytherin table. He wanted to make this interaction as quick and painless to him as possible. As soon as he approached the girls, however, he knew this would not be the case.
All five of the sixth-year girls turned to him in a unison of giggles. Calista, although quite pretty, was very bad at keeping herself together around Tom. She had actually squealed when she had spotted him. Tom, trying very hard to keep his irritation tamped down, gave the girl a small smile.
"Hello, Calista," Tom drawled, and he could feel the entirety of the hall quiet around him. Calista, to her credit, stifled another squeal and just went scarlet instead.
