𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 [ 𝐭.𝐫 ]

04: CORSETS AND PLEADS

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Sixth Year at Hogwarts

Stomping out of class with a scowl on her face because a Gryffindor decided to pass comment on her 'whoring around' with all the Slytherin boys, when in fact it was quite the opposite. They were all good friends bounded together in an unbreakable friendship.

"Where is Tom?" Angelina asked as she walked out of her last class of the day with Abraxas. He shrugged, "He's probably in the library, and he asked not to be disturbed, by the way."

She raised an arched eyebrow at him, "Did he now?"

"You know him better than anyone." Abraxas replied as they walked in sync.

Angelina's scowl deepened, "Anyways, I am going to find him and probably see you later at the meeting." She gave Abraxas a departing kiss on the cheek," Bye Abraxas."

She took her book bag from Abraxas' grip and headed to the library. A scowl etched onto her face, she didn't want to seem to be in a bad mood to Tom, he'd nag her until her ears gave out about the reason she was in an ill-mood.

"Good day Madam Fiona." Angelina politely offered to the librarian as she entered her favorite part of the school except the Slytherin common room, of course.

She tried to avoid staring back at the students who gawked at her with widened eyes. Angelina was an unusual witch, with almost little to none backstory. All everyone knew was what those preppy magazines gossiped about her.

But sadly all the talked about was her physical appearance, not her excellence academically or good work in the name of Hogwarts. Angelina had something about her pleasant aura that was magnetic to others, that same aura had magnetized Tom Riddle to her as well.

Her chestnut brown her swirled into curls that landed above her waist, her skin was tanned from being outside so much. It wasn't her fault Abraxas pulled her to the Quidditch stalls every game. Her lustrous, greenish, doe shaped eyes always had a mischievous glint to them. And there was either a pleasant smile or an unforgiving scowl on her face.

She quickly looked around a few aisles, hoping to find Tom somewhere with his nose buried in a book. As soon as she spotted him sitting next to an open window, she approached him quietly.

She stood behind Tom and attempted to cover his eyes with her hands," Guess who?" she asked, a cheeky smile replaced her scowl.

Tom's cold hands went to her warm ones and took her hands in his hands trying to get some warmth from her. She almost shivered at his touch.

"The only person who has the guts to touch my face."

She threw her bag to the floor and sat in a chair next to him, "I hate Tuesdays." Angelina pouted.

"Let me guess why? Because you and I have no classes together?" Tom forged thinking.

"Correct," she replied, sighing, "anyways, I did some research and did some asking here and there, I am positive I have found the rest of your family."

"You have? It has been only a week since I asked you of the task." Tom said. "Did you doubt me?" she enquired.

"Of course not, Angelina. Now tell me about your research." He demanded.

"Why don't you tell me about your plans on horcruxes first?" She countered.

"That's none of your concern at the moment, darling," Tom whispered into her ear. An offended expression made its way to Angelina's face. Retracting her warm hands from his icy touch she moved herself away.