❝ 𝐎𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ❞
Conflicted between the desire to be good and the desire to seek revenge, Astrid meets with her old friend Tom Riddle and soon realizes he isn't the perfect boy many would know him as...
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Wool's orphanage, read the little girl as she tightened the grip on her father's arm. He and her mother made sure to speak no word, almost as if they couldn't. The three of them continued down the stone street and to the dark, run-down building. The little girl began to whimper as they reached the large black gates where a tall, slender lady stood. Her father reluctantly opened the gate after one more look of confirmation with his wife. "Welcome, Mr and Misses Maury. I hope the trip here wasn't too troublesome."
"Not at all, Miss-"
"Adams,"
Mrs. Maury gave a light smile before beginning up the steps, her husband and the girl following behind. Miss Adams opened the giant dark wood doors that led into an even more eerie and dark hallway. She began to lead them to a room upstairs, passing by a kid every so often. The girl looked into each room as they passed by; every face she turned to was cold and filled with despair. "Dad," she asked, turning to Mr. Maury. "Yes, Astrid"
"Will I have to stay here?"
Mr. Maury gulped and turned back to the hallway in front of him. Completely ignoring Astrids question hoping she wouldn't continue to ask. She read his face perfectly and frowned. Astrid turned to the second last room in the hallway. A pale boy sat upright on his bed, peering out of his room and directly at her and her 'family.' His hair was neatly combed to the side, his silver eyes practically staring into her soul. Astrid quickly turned her head once she noticed his dark stare.
They finally made it to the last door at the end of the hallway. It was a small room with a wooden wardrobe, a small old bed, and a small wooden desk to match. The tall lady gestured for Astrid to enter the room, and when she refused, her once mother grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in. Mr. Maury couldn't take the scene between the two and pulled out a cigarette, nodding to his wife as he left the room. "STOP IT. YOU FOOLISH CHILD," yelled Mrs. Maury causing Astrids cries to grow. She didn't understand why her parents were trying to leave her in such a horrid and crappy place. Astrid thought they loved her, but clearly, she only thought they loved her.
She finally let go of the woman and took a step back, pointing her head towards the floor. "Now then-" said Mrs. Maury brushing off her coat. "I'll be off my husband's waiting for me downstairs," the lady in front of her nodded and stepped away from the door allowing Mrs. Maury to exit. Her ex-mother looked back at Astrid one more time with nothing more than anger and disappointment.
Once her mother had fully left the room, the lady shut the door and walked towards Astrid, taking pity on the girl. "Take a seat, darling," she said, but Astrid continued to look down at her little Mary Jane shoes. "come on now." said the woman once more. Astrid looked up at her and nodded, turning to the bed next to her and taking a seat. The lady sat beside Astrid, fixing up the hair her mother ruined. "Now, darling, I don't want you to be sad for too long. I promise you staying here was better than staying with them." Astrid felt tears begin making their way down her pale rosy cheeks, and with no attempt did she try to stop them. "You have great things coming for you, dear, just you wait! For now, unpack your things and settle in. Dinner starts at exactly 5:30. I'll have someone get you."
