Oh, Ophelia | Tom Riddle

Perspectives

Andrew woke up slowly from his peaceful slumber and felt the bed for Rose but she was nowhere to be found. Immediately feelings of rage and hurt flooded without so much of a second thought to the fact that she may simply be in the bathroom.

His hand balled into a fist and he scanned his bedroom, then he noticed her robe was gone from the chair by the dresser. He furrowed his eyebrows, did she truly have the gaul to take a robe he bought her before leaving. Andrew was about to reach for the phone to call the family private investigator but he stopped when he smelt pancakes. 

She wasn't gone. She was making breakfast. 

Rose would never leave him. And now they were to get married. He was completely enthralled with the British witch. Irrevocably, unfailingly infatuated with her and the beautiful gold that seemed to surround her beautiful person. 

He removed himself from the bed, and walked into the kitchen to see his Fiance in her silky pink robe flipping pancakes, and he approached her from behind, kissing her temple, 

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He asked as he sat down at the kitchen table, 

"You've mentioned it a few times, darling," She said as she flipped the final pancake and brought the plate to the preset table, 

"Why not cook with magic?" He asked, 

"It's not the same," Said Rose, her golden eyes sparkling as alluringly as they had since the first night he had met her, 

"Have you thought about where we will live once we are married?" He queeried, 

"The city, no? This is a beautiful flat." She said, 

"A summer home then," Said Andrew, "The Hamptons maybe,"

"The Hamptons, aren't we fancy," She said that beautiful smile gracing her lips, 

"Only the very best for you, Rose." He said as he summoned her a glass of water, "I'm taking you to Coney Island today. Do you have a swim suit?"

"Yes, I do," She said, 

"Save the I dos for the wedding, Rose," He said and she laughed, her melodic sweet as honey laugh filled the room, and he felt light, he felt free, he felt in love,

His Rose. His perfect Rose. His. 

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Primrose was in Henry's bed. He found himself how he could be so lucky. Henry was being watched, he knew this. 

Every week when he picked up groceries there was a man in a red coat at the opposite end of the shopping aisle. He was rather terrified, but he found solace in Primrose's arms. She had moved in with him. 

Her laughter was absolutely contagious. He decided he ought to make her breakfast because he was a gentleman. Henry walked down the steps of the house and then standing in his kitchen was Gellert Grindelwald, and suddenly Henry was infinitely grateful he was fully clothed. 

"Weakling." Addressed Grindelwald as he sat down at the kitchen table, Henry grimaced at the nickname but stood his ground,

"What do you want?" He asked, wishing he had his wand with him,

"Your sister always has cookies, you could learn a thing or two from her." Said Grindelwald, looking around the house, "Did the young Halpert help you pay for all this?"

"Don't talk about her," Said Henry,

"She's important to you and Ophelia? Well I suppose I have found my replacement for your father then." Said Grindelwald, and Henry froze,