Adronitis {t.r.}

Chapter 8

"Wake up Eve", Rhea said gently, shaking her sleeping friend. Eve's eyes fluttered open, looking up at Rhea.

"What do you want?" Eve groaned.

"It's like 20 minutes before breakfast starts. You don't want to be late on your first day", Rhea softly replied.

Eve immediately hopped out of bed, getting herself ready. Rhea helped Eve get ready, which wasn't much but she still wanted to.

"Let's go", announced Eve, quickly applying clear lip gloss. Rhea smiled and the two girls left the dormitories.
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Tom sat down next to Abraxas, who was sipping on a glass of orange juice.

"New girl is sassy", Emanuel said, stuffing his face with toast.

Just shut the fuck up Emanuel, Tom said in his head. He exhaled loudly.

"What's wrong Tom?" asked Atticus.

"Nothing" Tom said, his voice void of any emotion.

"There comes little Miss Popular", Abraxas sneered.

The boys turned their heads to see Eve and Rhea walk in. Tom felt the energy burst throughout his veins again. Why do I feel like this?

Tom watched her sit down, slipping her hair behind her. It had a lovely shine to it and it looked soft. I want to feel her touch, Tom thought. He shook his head. What no I don't!

Eve sat down next to a couple of other Slytherin girls that happened to be Rhea's other friends.

"Eve, do you know who Emanuel Lestrange is?" asked Briar, one of Rhea's friends.

"No" Eve responded. She picked at the stem of her apple.

"Well he's currently eye-fucking you", Briar informed.

Eve looked towards the boys sitting towards the further end of the table. There she spotted a boy who was practically drooling as he stared. What in the bloody hell is wrong with him?, Eve thought.

"I'm gonna go figure my classes and stuff", Eve stammered as she stood up.

She was amazing in Potions and even the professors in Beauxbatons had high hopes for Eve. She was shockingly successful in Defense Against the Dark Arts, which for Eve, was a very natural thing for her. Her O.W.L.s. marks were a wet dream for all professors.

"Noir", a deep voice said, causing Eve to stop in her tracks. She turned around to see Abraxas Malfoy.

"Malfoy. Correct?" she questioned.

"Correct", he responded. His eyes travelled from her face down to her body. Oh to get under those robes and-

"Did you need something?" Eve asked, looking at him.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime. You know, get to know each other", he replied, his voice softening.

Eve looked at him, observing him. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't insanely attractive either.

"I'll think about it", she said before walking off. She could feel his eyes watching her.

Abraxas went back to his group. They all watched him as he sat down.

"Well?" asked Jude.

"She said she'll think about it", Abraxas replied, poking at his food with his fork.

Tom smiled in his head. He felt content that Eve turned him down. Why am I feeling this way?, Tom thought.
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Eve walked into Transfiguration class, her eyes observing the room.

"Ah Eve, just the girl I was looking for!" Professor Dumbledore exclaimed.

Eve watched him walk over to her, handing her a few sheets of paper.

"Fill these out based off of your O.W.L.s. marks so Headmaster Dippet can sort out your classes for you", explained Professor Dumbledore.

Eve nodded, writing on the paper. She had roughly ten minutes before Transfiguration started so she was in no rush.

She heard the door open. The pang of energy shot through Eve, causing her to accidentally draw a line across her paper. She turned her to head to see him.

"Riddle, hello there", Professor Dumbledore said with a slight change in tone. Eve noticed this change and looked up to see Riddle staring at her.

The strange feeling melted away when their eyes met. Eve noted that his eyes were a deep brown, with a bit of green mixed in them.

Tom couldn't remove his eyes from her's. They were a dark brown, nearly black. The sunlight hit her eyes, revealing a bit of gold and burgundy within them. He felt himself falling into her gaze deeper until he got distracted.

A girl with shoulder length auburn hair walked in with a taller boy behind her. He was good-looking but not handsome, like Riddle.

"Sit down, Shanks", Professor Dumbledore said sternly.

The auburn haired girl sat next to Eve. She smelled sharply of burnt wood and rosewater.

"You must be the new girl, huh", she began. "I'm Caledonia Shanks, but you can call me Cleo", she said, sticking out her hand.

"Eve", the black haired girl replied, shaking Cleo's hand.

"Just Eve?"

"Evangeline Noir".

"Pretty", Cleo said, eyeing Eve a bit.

Eve felt something being thrown as her head. She turned around to see a crumpled ball of paper.

"Who's that boy?" Eve asked Cleo.

"Spencer McLaggen", replied Cleo. "He's handsome but an absolute narcissist".

Eve turned to see him raise his eyebrows at her. She gave a look of disgust and looked away.

Tom watched the whole scene play out in front of him. He absolutely adored how she seemed to be disgusted by every boy in Hogwarts. Why do I keep thinking of her like she's special? Tom wondered.

Potions class was next, so Eve started to make her way there along with Cleo and Rhea, who happened to be good friends since first year. The girls walked into potions class, a strange smell filling their noses.

"What the fuck", whispered Cleo as she covered her nose. It smelled like sulfur and sewage water. Eve felt her eyes tear up a bit.

"No worries here", said Professor Slughorn. "Just a small mistake".

"Yeah totally small", Rhea said sarcastically. The girls sat down at a table together. Eve heard someone sit next to her but she didn't pay attention.

That's when the strange energy acted up. She turned to see Tom Riddle who was staring ahead. His eyes averted to Eve and she looked down at her necklace.

Why did the gem suddenly go from dark to light? she thought. What a strange necklace father gave me.

Eve tried to focus in class but the scent of the boy next to her was a bit too much. He smelled of firewood, cologne, cigarettes, and a hint of pine. Or cinnamon. Eve took a deep breath. How am I supposed to focus when I'm literally sitting next to a fucking Christmas tree?

Tom observed the girl. Her movements were graceful and meticulous, his eyes observing her as she moved strands of her hair behind her ear, the energy pulsing through his veins.

Her scent was also lovely too. She smelled of vanilla, raspberry, and a hint of bergamot incense. I want her. I need her. Thoughts intruded Tom's mind but he managed to push them away, focusing in class.