Bad Romance

Loyalty

-From your POV-

I wake up late after a long and good nights' sleep. One thing I missed about home was how comfortable my bed was. The dorm beds could never. I yawn and stretch my arms and legs out before lazily rolling out of bed. I got home last night and was too tired to wrap the presents I bought last night, so I went into the living room and grabbed the wrapping paper and tape and headed back to my room and got to wrapping.

I was in the middle of wrapping my sister's shoebox when I heard a tapping at my window. I turn around to see a completely black owl carrying a scroll that has a wax seal of a snake. I go over to the window and open it, smiling because I already know who sent me this letter. I had learned to keep a small dish of bird seed near by window sill for when owls do come. I reach out and sprinkle some for the owl who accepts my offering and begins pecking away. I look down at the scroll in my hands and keep smiling. Who else would send a pitch black owl and a scroll with a snake seal? I set the scroll down on my desk before going back to wrapping. I had already wrapped my dad's present and I couldn't exactly wrap a wristwatch, so I was done wrapping gifts for the day. I set the wristwatch inside of my jewelry box and close it so I can go read Tom's letter. I grab the scroll and sit down on my bed. I gently peel off the seal, not wanting to rip anything, and as soon as the scroll is opened, I notice the familiar TMR signature on the bottom right corner. I smile and shake my head. Even the scroll smells like him. Not that I'm complaining. He smelled like pine and a very distinctive cologne-type scent.

Y/n,

I'm writing for two points: first, to remind you of your promise. It's imperative that you complete it before you come back. I need it done for my second horcrux. Which leads me to my second point; whilst you've been gone, I have unintentionally created the first horcrux. I mastered the art of conjuring and controlling the Basilik and I set it to go through the school's plumbing system. I figured it was the quickest way to find some poor fool who would get caught at the wrong place, wrong time, and I was right. I planned on doing it after you returned to Hogwarts, but it claimed someone last night. Moaning Myrtle, I believe. I didn't know her at all so it obviously wasn't anything difficult. Merely a business transaction. Sorry that you couldn't be here for it. Nonetheless, I'll be impatiently awaiting your return.

Best regards,

T.M.R.

I felt my eyes grow wide and my jaw slightly drop open as I continued reading his words. I wasn't shocked that some rando got killed by the Basilik I mean after all, if anyone understood just how smart and powerful Tom was, it was me; but I as more shocked that it happened so fast. It just made me snap into reality that in just a few days, I too would have my first (and hopefully second) horcrux underway. I roll the scroll back up and slide it into my suitcase. I sit down at my desk and pull out some paper and start writing him back.

Tom,

Glad to hear from you. I've been thinking of you. Pleased to tell that I already went and scouted out the address you gave me. It was a plain, two story townhouse with a black Volvo sitting outside. Normal garden. The only person I saw there was a man in his mid-40s with dark hair, dark eyes, and a mean expression watching the telly, in the window. He seemed to be alone; there was no light coming out of any other lights in the house and there was only the one car in the driveway. But anyways, congratulations on getting your first horcrux; my first, and hopefully second, are coming up in a few days. I'm waiting until Christmas passes to do it. I'm very sorry I couldn't be with you to talk about this in person. Missing you greatly.

Sincerely,

Y/n, your dearest frenemy.

I wrap the paper up like a scroll and since I don't have any wax seal stamps here, I just use a piece of the Scotch tape I used to wrap presents with to wrap it shut. I walk back to the window and hand the letter to the owl who had finished all of the seed I left for it. As it flew away, I close the window and look back to the presents I had wrapped.