“Who’s she?” Abraxas asked from behind Tom, who jumped slightly at the sudden coming of the other.
“God damn it, Malfoy. You know I hate when you appear like this!” Tom reprimanded, looking over his shoulder to where his friend stood laughing.
“And you know I couldn’t care less. However, my later question stands. Who’s this girl you are drawing in your diary?” The boy wondered again, perking over his friend’s head to the notebook that lay open. A beautiful girl looked back at him. “I don’t remember her from none of our classes. Is she in the other years or what?” He continued, furrowing his eyebrows. Tom shook his head.
“No, she is not a student.” Riddle answered.
“Then she’s from… You know…” Abraxas’s left his eyes wonder around the room before whispering, “The orphanage?”
Tom sighed heavily, watching his friend calmly before once again turning to observe the girl on the paper.
“No, she’s not from the orphanage either.” He commented, his fingers touching the image carefully as if by their own account.
“Then how do you know her?” Abraxas continued asking. He was very stubborn, after all.
“I don’t.” Tom denied. It was Malfoy’s time to sigh. He leaned further against his friends shoulder in order to properly see the drawing.
“Can we stop this guessing game? Who’s she? Like, a book character?”
“Who knows. Maybe,” Tom answered, shrugging. “All I know is that she is always in my mind. In my dreams, more specifically. It’s getting pretty annoying really.”
They both remained silent for a while.
“You say she’s in your dreams?” Abraxas wondered, and Tom agreed. “Does she say something? Maybe she’s one of those dream witches that can catch and enter dreams to give warnings and stuff. You know, we studied about them in the DADA class last year.”
“I thought about it too, to be honest. She always says the same thing thought.” Riddle finally glanced at his friend again, a smirk opening on his face. “She says: stop.”