kneel | Tom Riddle

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33| Christmas Time

"Dear George,
Who would thought that after only a week I would be writing to you because I miss you? I have a lot to thank you, for you have been the one who introduced me to all these new people who made me change some of my points of view and grow up. I'll be forever thankful for that night we first met and became great friends. You're a great guy and I wish I was with you to give you a big hug.
Attached to this letter, there's something really special to you, or at least I hope so. It's a snitch from the 1864 Quidditch World Cup.
I look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts. Merry Christmas to you and your family!
Love,
Seraphina Vevrain."

Seraphina made a small smile when she finished writing the letter and gave it to Miguel, as long as the letter and gift for Leo, "I'm sorry, Miguel," Seraphina patted the bird's head, "It's a heavy mail today."

He made a small happy noise before nipping at her finger affectionately and flying away through the open window. She was honest when she wrote the letter, for George never let her down, despite their differences. He was the first to welcome her into his group and she would be forever thankful for the opportunity he gave her.

It was Christmas morning and she didn't feel like going to a big party, but she didn't have much of a choice. Sometimes she just wanted to have that typical Christmas Day, when families are happily reunited around the tree, simple but lovely. She never had that experience, though, because since she was a child her parents always took her to big important parties, much to her dislike. The only thing she actually liked about those events was the fact that she could have fun with her friends. Despite that, she hated the snobbish adults and the way they spoke, as if they were better than everyone else.

She heard the door from her bedroom opening and didn't have to turn around to know who it was, "Merry Christmas, Tom!" she exclaimed with a big smile and he didn't reply to that, simply closing the door and walking towards her white desk, where she was still sitting, "Or should I say, good morning, Lord Voldemort?"

Tom couldn't help but make a small smile, only she could make him feel somehow happy on a stupid Christmas morning, "I'd rather if you just called me my lord."

Seraphina turned around on her chair after cleaning her quill, "No, I'd rather just call you Darwin," Tom didn't say anything and sat on her bed with a dark blue velvety box in his hands, "What's that?" she asked curiously.

"It's a gift for you that I got in Little Hangleton," he spoke and she frowned, getting up from her chair and walking towards him. Tom didn't look proud or happy. In fact, he looked a little uncomfortable, "I wanted to give it to you tonight, but you might want to wear it."

"Wear it?" she grinned when he handed her the box carefully, "Oh, Tom, you're not so bad, right?" Seraphina was used to get many gifts, but no gift could ever mean as much as Tom's. To know there was a chance, even if it was just remotely possible, made her the happiest she could get, "Before I open it, is there something I should know about the way you got this?"

Tom smirked, "I bet you already know."

She understood instantly what he meant since she knew him too well and old habits die hard. There was no chance he could have bought it and even if he had the money for it, Tom would always choose another method to get that he wanted. So he most likely stole it or used the Imperius Curse to get the gift, "It doesn't matter, though. Your intention is what really counts, right? Unless you killed someone to get this, because that's not very nice, Tom."