Addie Robins is a no-good rule-breaker, lover of chaos, and a pain in the broomstick. Kicked out of the prestigious school of Durmstrang, she is looking forward for a fresh start in Hogwarts. But that was before she met Tom Riddle. Handsome, cunning...
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Addie's POV
Tom and I were cramped uncomfortably on the London train; people around us gibbering about the holidays. So this was the Muggle world. How very messy and violent. I loved it. But back to the story. There was barely enough room for us to squeeze onto the seats, thus, I was left with little choice but to inch closer to Tom, who raised his eyebrows. He seemed to enjoy the fact that I had turned as red as a tomato with a blushing enchantment.
"Oh, shut up," I muttered, but then, the train suddenly lurched; making the stranger beside me push me accidentally and for me to crash into Tom's arms.
"I see you do not get the meaning of personal space, Robins," he spoke smoothly, making me flush into a maroon.
"It's not my bloody fault," I hissed at him, but he took a great deal of time to ignore my protests.
When the accursed ride was finally over, the Muggles poured out of the train like hippogriffs after raw meat. "After you," Tom bowed charmingly, his eyes flashing mockingly as I descended from the train.
"Alright, what now?" I asked irritably, "what is your so called lead?" Tom put his hands in his pockets casually. He had abandoned his school robe for typically Muggle wear; slacks and a long coat that suited him more than anything. Quite a few females cast him languishing glances, in which he seemed to bask in. Idiot.
"To the telephone booth," Tom said off-handedly, his tall stature giving dominance as he muscled his way through the crowds; who seemed to enjoy bowling over a petite ginger stuffed into her winter coat.
He didn't even glance behind to see if I followed. "Prick," I muttered under my breath and started shoving through the London crowds as well. Just because I was small didn't mean I couldn't deliver a good elbowing in the face. I saw Tom, already standing near the telephone booth, clearly impatient.
As if to annoy me further, he asked, "What took you so long?" I scowled darkly, but slammed open the door.
"What, do you need to make a call to your precious followers?" I asked snidely.
Tom simply smirked, before closing the door behind us. I thought I could feel the walls closing in around me. "So this is your brilliant plan? Suffocate us inside a phone booth?" I demanded.
"You seem to be in an awful lot of hurry, Robins, or are you simply dying for this moment?" he asked, referring to our vow.
"That was a bad joke."
"You are a bad joke."
"That doesn't even make any sense."
"Your existence doesn't either, so shut up, Robins," he said with a tone of finality, before he asked, "are you acquainted with Apparating?"
