Memories / Madness

Gaspard Ulliel

So, erm, Ell and I are off to the cinema today to go see Wolverine, meaning we won’t really be online until about 5:45pm ish.

Ginny didn’t blink either. She wasn’t about to let him think he had the upper hand in this situation. He looked away first when he picked up the bottle and she shrugged at his question. “Expensive enough. It’s not like I’m made of money, Riddle." Because she wasn’t. She made enough to live comfortable. She had enough to take care of her needs, but she didn’t really have a lot left over.

He elected to ignore the last part.

Without even needing to reach for his wand, with a couple moments of concentration, he conjured up another glass, and exact replica of the one in front of him.

Steadily, he'd grown during those months. Again. It had been a relief, to say the least.

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He was being watched.

He’d never liked that. Never been able to stomach the idea of someone’s eye scanning over him, looking a little too closely, as if they were capable of seeing what he had to hide. They weren’t. Of course they weren’t.

Still, that didn’t make him any more comfortable.

Mary hadn’t necessarily been watching him - it was the book he was holding. She only hoped he wouldn’t pick it, as she’d been eyeing that thing since she’d gotten in, and it was the only copy. When he turned around, she didn’t move her gaze. 

Instead, she offered him a slight smile. She wasn’t much, really - skinny, with a mess of blonde hair. However, books were where she was most comfortable. 

Also, a witch having the same knowledge as he did wasn't appealing. Let it be known that he was, indeed, the jealous type, and particularly territorial when it came to knowledge.

His finger still rested on the spine, gently stroking the binding.

He was to be having words with Mulciber later, he knew as he wrinkled his nose at the sight of his fingers. Nor would he ever again stand next to him in potions.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he pressed his lips together - lying pointlessly to a member of staff? For the important things, of course, but when he could so easily be found out, why take the risk?

Why hadn’t he ever considered it before? To be able to use one’s wand, whatever the circumstance.

He was to be having words with Mulciber later, he knew as he wrinkled his nose at the sight of his fingers. Nor would he ever again stand next to him in potions.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he pressed his lips together - lying pointlessly to a member of staff? For the important things, of course, but when he could so easily be found out, why take the risk?

He was to be having words with Mulciber later, he knew as he wrinkled his nose at the sight of his fingers. Nor would he ever again stand next to him in potions.

It was rare that he was ever in the hospital wing, a place he detested the very air of. It hung, stale and heavy, the scent of magic covering up odours far worse clinging to the fabrics of the curtains surrounding the beds, and the linen bed sheets themselves.

And even if she had known, she probably wouldn’t have treated him any differently.

No - it wasn't the pain that bothered him. There wasn't all that much of it, to be perfectly honest. It was the fact that it was his right hand, his wand-hand, and it simply wouldn't do to miss later's duelling club because of a burn. Then again, he wouldn't have been here had Slughorn not insisted upon it.

Ginny watched his every movement. She wasn’t exactly…afraid…of him. Not at all. She just didn’t trust him. She knew better than anyone just what he was capable of. On the other hand, she knew she held a slight bit of power over him as well. He’d just never admit it. 

"Tom, Tom,  Tom. We both know you always make your back here eventually. I never know exactly when, but you make your way back here. So, yes, next time."  

"Expensive, was it?" he asked, though he was highly doubtful. It wasn't the nicest he'd had, not by a long shot.

Inspecting the label, turning the bottle over in his hands, he shook his head slowly.

"You know as well as I that money is the last thing I can spare."