RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 13

Emelia checked into her hotel room and went to her bed. She was freezing. It was 8 AM. Her shirt was wet from when Olive tripped her as she got off the train. She took off her shirt and changed into more comfortable clothes. Her owl was already in the room, as it had flew there. Her sweatpants were warm and she laid on her bed.

"2 more weeks in this hell hole."

She felt sympathy for Tom. His life seemed like a mess even if he was the role model student. He didn't have a family, she'd suspected. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked her to come and spend break with him. Everyone deserves a good family. She found a pen and a notepad and started writing.

'Dear Tom,

I'm very sorry I couldn't spend break with you. I
have my own matters to attend to, as do you. I don't know why you're ignoring me, but that's alright. I hope Hogwarts is treating you well even if it's only been two hours since nearly everyone left. If you truly need someone to talk to, I'm here. I'm staying at a muggle hotel by the name of Hampton Inn. You just need to find a way to get here. Also, if you choose not to come then please don't do anything that you might regret.

Sincerely,

Emelia Adams'

She'd written more than she'd be able to speak. Writing was her favorite thing to do in her spare time. It wasn't an 'outlet' per say, but it did give her a sense of calm even if it was just a little bit. She gave her owl the small paper.

"Give this to Tom, please."

The owl hooted before it flew out of her window. Emelia went to the mirror and stared at her for a minute. Her lips were quite chapped and her eyes were sunken.

'I'm a bloody Tim Burton character', she thought.

She did find it a bit cool, though. It's not like she stood out, but she wasn't normal either. She was the one girl who could blend in to the crowd, but if spoken to she would be remembered.

She grabbed a comb and brushed her hair. It was a struggle as her hair was tangled. It started smoothening out, but she continued to comb through. She looked at the hair dye she stole from the store on her way in. It was an ashy gray tone.

It's not like she'd actually dye her hair. Just an urge to take it, in case anything happened. Maybe she'd return it. She had no use for it.

Maybe.

Emelia looked down into her lap and saw the bruises on her hands from being tied together. She grinned. It was a fun night, but Riddle had no idea what she was capable of. Her thoughts wandered off.

The owl returned with a letter and she took it.

It read,

'Dear Emelia,

I have plans, but I may come around 6.

Tom.'

Plans? That's odd.

It was whatever. She looked at the clock. It was 8:30. Emelia looked at the comfortable bed and went under the blankets. She would take a nap.

Suddenly she thought of Olive. It was random. She found Olive to be a nuisance. It was all part of her act. Her relationship with Fred, cutting her off, everything. She just didn't understand why she chose Fred. It was so quick. Emelia was angry, but maintained her composure.

Maybe she would show up to the party.

Either way, she needed rest so she closed her eyes and went to sleep.