Tom Riddle | Short Stories

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I have so many works in progress with Brooklyn. Oh dear lord. I think th

"Hey, Riddle," Said Brooklyn, taking a long drag of her cigarette as she leant on the wall outside of the school, 

"Hayes," Said Tamsin, walking to the wall, and checking over her shoulder that she wasn't seen smoking, 

She had picked up the habit over the summer between her third and fourth year, the Orphanage was filled with second hand smoke because of Mrs Cole, and Tamsin lived in a literary world when she was there, and cigarettes promised escape, 

And of course in a school as big as Hogwarts, there was only one place to smoke without being seen, and that meant sharing it with Brooklyn Hayes. It wasn't her fault if a tentative friendship had formed, 

"I brought you that peppermint oil I was taking about to hide the scent," Said Brooklyn, passing Tamsin a cigarette, 

"Thank you," Said Tamsin, and Brooklyn smiled, 

"Come on, light it with mine, like they do in books," Said Brooklyn, and Tamsin rolled her eyes but she humored Brooklyn, because Brooklyn humored her, not telling anyone that Tamsin spent upwards of two hours with her almost every other day, 

Brooklyn's face was close to hers, and Tamsin lit her cigarette with Brooklyn's, she leant away and pressed her back to the wall, careful not to get any dirt on her pristine uniform, she was the top student, the Slytherin prefect, the model student, and the leader of an elite secret society, 

"I love the melodramatic," Said Brooklyn, sighing, and leaning on the wall, leaning on the wall and raising a knee to use her foot to stabilize herself on the wall, 

Tamsin spotted her garter where she kept the most random things, today it was a note, yesterday it was a lighter she had customized with paints, the day before it was a miniature sewing kit, 

"I found this book, and oh my god you'd love it," Said Brooklyn, taking a drag of her cigarette, "It reeks of dark academia, which is just so you," 

"Dark academia?" Asked Tamsin, looking over at Brooklyn, 

"You know, pleated skirts, library at night, London in the rain, all that reminds me of the Tamsin Riddle," Said Brooklyn, she smiled and those little creases appeared beside her eyes, 

"London in the rain," Repeated Tamsin, smiling a little bit, "I like that,"

"How are you?" Asked Brooklyn, looking over at Tamsin, 

"I'm fine."

"And the puppies?" Asked Brooklyn, and Tamsin rolled her startingly gorgeous grey eyes, 

"I don't particularly care. But I suppose they are fine," Said Tamsin, nodding, 

"What did you do to them?" Asked Brooklyn, shaking her head, "They worship you like some diatee," 

"I prefer God." Said Tamsin, which caused Brooklyn to laugh, she didn't have a pretty laugh when it was genuine, but it was almost better, because it could never be imitated, 

"I always thought you looked like one of those statues," Said Brooklyn, and Tamsin felt warmth in her face, "Proud and perfect,"

Brooklyn was shorter than Tamsin. Significantly shorter. And Tamsin glanced down at her, 

"I got invited to Slug Club for the Christmas thing," Said Brooklyn, "Is it the standard pretend not to notice you thing, or be friends, or know very random facts about you? Or can I sit with you because I don't know anyone else?"