Oh, Ophelia | Tom Riddle

Confrontation

"Are you ready, love?" Asked Ophelia, as they stood in front of her storage locker that had been spray painted with a massive sun insignia on the door, 

"Yes, why-," Said Tom, and his mouth formed a perfect O as she lifted the door and he saw more galleons than he could imagine, they filled tupperwares and lined the walls, there were wigs and makeup, and a wall with a rack of dresses and shoes, 

Everything a person would need to reinvent themselves, 

"Make sure you don't grab the counterfeit," She said, walking it and pulling the door down and grabbing a bag beside the door, she shoved galleons in there and then she turned to a rack of clothing, "I need something to wear to catch someone's attention,"

Ophelia put effort into her charms. It wasn't a talent. It was a skill. 

"Not another husband, Ophelia," Said Tom, "I'm starting to think you'll marry anyone but me,"

"Ha ha, so funny, love. I need to get into a, um, less than reputable establishment, and find out where someone is," Said Ophelia, 

"Who?"

"Someone," Said Ophelia vaguely, pulling out a golden dress, "What about this?"

"Do you want to get recognized?" Asked Tom, 

"Yes." Said Ophelia, "They already know who I am, love,"

"Who are you trying to see?"

"The Burlingtons." Said Ophelia, and Tom furrowed his eyebrows and walked towards her, 

"Lolita's family?" Asked Tom, and he regretted it as soon as he said it because Ophelia's face was taken over by the most pained expression he'd ever seen, she looked as though she were still processing her death, 

"Screw him, Mi Amor. He's a senseless dickhead who ended one of the most beautiful lives on Earth. Mine of course," Said Lolita, and Ophelia could practically feel her presence in the room as she stared down Tom,

You took her from me.

I loved her, and you took her from me. 

Selfish. 

How could I ever love you again?

"They are the reason all this happened aren't they?" Said TOm, trying to snap Ophelia out of it, but her breathing increased,

No. The Dark Lord is. And you are the reason I'm alone in the world now. Her death is on you.

Ophelia cleared her throat and looked away from him, holding the wall for support as her vision blurred and she wavered, she reached for the cigarettes on the top of a trunk, and pulled one out, 

A gentler death than the one Lolita had faced. 

She lit it with a lighter from her pocket and inhaled deeply, staring at Tom, this is how he killed her, like poison infecting her lungs and burning her, a mixture of pleasure and pain, an addiction.

"Ophelia?"

"They know everything about everyone," Said Ophelia, "I need to know if Henry is alive, Tom." 

He cringed at the mention of his name from her lips, and put a hand on her shoulder, before she shoved his hand off of her shoulder, 

"I know but can't you just-"

"What? Show up at his house, completely unprepared for what I might find?" Asked Ophelia, "Risk having someone else I love die in my arms while I watch helplessly?"