RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 34

"Tom! Tom!", Emelia said as she ran through the halls to catch up with him.

He left Potions in a hurry and she quickly followed after him instead of staying back like she usually did. He only walked faster when he heard her. This time he was walking with a few of his acquaintances.

"Tom, could you stop?"

To stop him she went up and hugged him to which he pushed her away.

"What do you want?", he said coldly.

She sensed the tone and paused for a second. Something about him was different.

"Back to being rude?", she said, "Shove off, Tom. Don't know why you have such a superiority complex."

His eyes flashed as she walked away. He did want to be with her, but the thought of seeing them together in public was odd. He didn't associate with people like her, usually. He had a reputation to uphold.

"Who was she?", one of them asked.

"That's really weird."

"Isn't she a whore?"

Tom heard these comments and tried to control himself. They angered him. Only he could talk about her that way. Emelia, on the other hand, tried to get over it.

"I didn't know you talked to Tom.", Luna said, coming out of nowhere.

"Not much."

"I don't think that's true. The wrackspurts around you are going mad."

"I dunno why."

Instead of going to her next class she went to the prefect's bathroom. She heard someone crying inside. It was quite high pitched and her ears wanted to clamp themselves shut.

"Hello?", she called out.

There was no reply.

She went near the stall where the noise was coming from. There was a translucent figure on the ground sobbing. Emelia's face went pale.

"You're the girl from my dream. Are you Myrtle?"

The ghost looked up and nodded.

"No one knows of me. I'm glad you do. You seem familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Oh, that's a shame."

"You sound like the boy who came here a few days ago...he came and apologized for what happened. He said she didn't mean it, but I call it bullshit!"

Emelia's nails dug into the palm of her hands.

"Who was the boy?"

"Why do you want to know?", Myrtle looped through the stalls making Emelia go after her.

"Please, it's important to me.", she pleaded.

"He was so handsome. He carried a diary and had the most amazing smile. I felt 14 again when I saw him."

Emelia thought of the diary in her dream. She felt sickly. It was like a fever dream. All of a sudden someone barged in. Emelia dove into a stall and closed the door.

"I know you're here, Emelia. You aren't going to find answers this way.", he said sternly.

"I don't want to see you, Tom."

"What did Myrtle tell you?"

His voice was like steel.

"Why do you want to know? For a split second, I actually believed you. I should've stuck to thinking you're a liar."

Myrtle flew above the stalls and was laughing with glee.

"You're trying to protect her? You love her, don't you?", Myrtle asked.

"Myrtle, stop it."

Emelia waited and when she assumed Tom was gone she opened the door. He was standing right there and grabbed her hands. She didn't say anything, her head was spinning.

"You have to trust me."

"Didn't you say you could be very persuasive? I can't."

His grip tightened and he looked her in the eyes.

"Emelia, don't go looking for answers you won't be able to handle. It'll only hurt you and I can't afford that."

She looked at the bright light on the ceiling with her head spinning. Her eyes slowly closed as Tom called her name.

"Emelia!"

She fell limp and he caught her. She'd fainted. Her head as heating up and Tom had no choice, but to take her to Dumbledore. No matter how much he loathed the man, he'd know.