Tom Riddle | Short Stories

Diamond

So like another character who I made really fun and shiny and then was like... but what if she had a tragic past. You know. The usual. Also this is more about how Tom Riddle fits into her story.

Tom was sixteen when he met her. He was walking down Diagonal alley, when suddenly someone ran into his chest,

"You look about my age, and not creepy," she had said, "Kiss me," she looked over her shoulder again, and then back at him,

What do you say to something like that,

"Sure," was all Tom could think to say, and she pulled the front of his shirt and kissed him,  sure enough he heard some people running past,

"Where is she?" Called one,

"Mister Indira won't be pleased," said another, and she pulled Tom closer, putting him between her and the rest of the alley, he deepened the kiss himself, it just sort of felt right.

Once they had left, she pulled away and smiled at him,

"Thank you." She said, "Don't know what I would have done without you,"

Tom was a little shocked, and removed his hands from her waist, asking himself how exactly they had gotten there, he scratched the back of his neck,

"No problem," he said, and she smiled and nudged him,

"Did I make you flustered?" She asked in a light tone,

"You did just kiss me," he said,

"I'm flattered. My name is Isadora," she said, reaching a hand to shake, "What? It's not like I kiss to say hello I just needed a good hiding spot. And you are tall,"

"I'm Tom Riddle," he said, shaking her hand,

"Pleasure to meet you Tom Riddle," she said, "Are you going to get lunch?"

"Yes and I suppose you're coming with me," he said,

"You suppose right." She said, pulling her hair out of its tight bun, "I'm not meeting my friends for another hour, however would I have filled the time without you?"

"You have something else to thank me for then," said Tom as they began to walk towards a restaurant.

"I'll pay for lunch," she said,

"May I ask who you were hiding from?" He asked,

"My handlers." She said, frowning, "Apparently, I cant handle myself, I'll be back in time for dinner. And they won't say anything to my father or they'll lose their jobs." Then she smiled, "Polite, and humble, makes a lady fair,"

"I'm sure," said Tom, opening the door for her,

"Such a gentleman." She said, and they sat at a random table, "Oh, that couple over there, what do you think?"

He looked over his shoulder at an arguing pair, They were older, so Tom had one guess,

"Brink of divorce." He said,

"Do you ever think about how the Church of England is so against divorce is weird considering it was founded so that the king could get divorced?" She asked, and he narrowed his eyes at her, "What? I like knowing fun trivial facts that you can often use in conversation. Gluten is a binding agent found in most wheat products and yawns are visually contagious."

"Can I get you two anything?" Asked the waitress,

She ordered and Tom stared at her, she was just so sparkly, it was literally the only way to describe her personality. It was like looking at a piece of jewelry,