Turned - Tom Riddle

Chapter Eleven

Elizabeth supposed it would all be fine; Asher Bennett was the least of her problems at the moment. She sat in the Common Room, along with Matilda, trying to figure out a way to get out of the room alone. Elizabeth told her that she wanted to go see Joshua, which overjoyed her.

"I guess you could say that you forgot your assignment in a classroom," Matilda offered, readjusting her position in the chair at the wooden table where they sat.

She shook her head, "No they would just tell me to collect it the next day."

"Perhaps you could just wait to see him," Matilda said, as if it were the most obvious answer.

"I can't," Elizabeth groaned. "I promised him if go," she knew she was talking about Tom, but Matilda thought she was talking about Joshua.

"Oh how I envy your romance, Beth," Matilda sighed, putting her hand over her heart.

Elizabeth chuckled softly. Sometimes she wished that Tom could feel love. She wished he'd feel it for her. Despite him being seemingly serious, she wondered how he couldn't feel it. Everyone can feel love. Why couldn't he?

"Have you two... kissed yet?" Matilda asked in a dreamy tone, batting her long eyelashes dramatically.

Tom? Oh, she was referring to Joshua. "Not yet," Elizabeth gave a half-hearted smile.

She really did like Joshua. He was sweet and caring. Elizabeth could identify the feeling she felt for him: happiness. He made her happy and whenever she saw him, her heart beat and her toes tingled; it was a feeling she had once felt for Asher. However, for Tom, he didn't make her feel happy. He made her feel dark and cold, but she couldn't deny her attraction to him. Elizabeth tried to push it out of her mind constantly, but she simply couldn't.

"I'm going to get some sleep," Matilda patted Elizabeth's knee and stood up. "Goodnight," she said.

"Night," she called and watched her slowly trot down the stairs.

Of course, Tom and his group were sitting in the more comfortable part of the Common Room. Tom sat in his usual chair, Malfoy and the dark haired boy in the ones next to him. A few other boys were scattered on the couches. They were all leaned towards each other and sat, listening intently to something Tom was telling them. Two third years sat at a table closer to the doors and a first year read a book quietly by the  stairs.

She walked over, a bit nervously to the group with Tom at the front. Everyone looked up at her, and Tom stopped talking abruptly as he noticed her.

"Tom," she addressed him. The boys, for some reason looked shocked that she had called him that.

His tone was annoyed, but his eyes showed relief. He must have not been enjoying his conversation, "Yes, Miss Maryn?"

"Can I have a word with you?" Elizabeth asked, the other boys suddenly looking between each other nervously.

"Alright," he stood and to Elizabeth's confusion, the group seemed to bow their heads. It must have just been coincidental.

They walked off to a corner of the room, behind a wall. "What is it?" he asked in a relaxed tone.

"How are we supposed to practice the spells if we can't leave?"

A cocky smile pulled at his lips.

"What?" Elizabeth questioned, knowing something arrogant would escape his lips.