"Where were you?" he croaked.
"Out."
"You can't do that."
"Probably not, but I just did."
Her hair was a new color. It was now a more ashy grey color with her usual brown hair mixed in.
"You look insane."
"That's what my mother said."
Tom went quiet.
"Nothin' else to say, have you? Good. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
It was only 5 PM. Tom looked at Emelia and focused on the state of her. Her eyes were sunken and she looked like she'd been crying, but her tears weren't visible.
"Wait," he said.
She stopped and let out a small breath of air.
"Come here."
Emelia complied and walked towards him. Her black platform boots made her taller, but she still sulked when she walked.
"Ophelia's with Molly," she whispered.
Ophelia was not on Tom's mind. She was.
"Let's go to my room."
Emelia nodded. He grabbed her wrist, gently, and walked with her towards his room. Before they could enter, he heard someone calling for him.
"Sir, the meeting is about to be in progress. We'd suggest you come," a squeaky voice said.
"Go back there and tell them it's cancelled, Pettigrew."
"But sir—"
"I don't care," he replied stubbornly. "Tell them it'll commence tomorrow."
"But...alright."
With a flick of his wrist, the door closed shut with them inside. Emelia was curious as to what his plans were. She knew he was decomposing day by day, but didn't know why.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly. Their hands were still together, but his tensed up.
"No idea what you're referring to."
"This. What meeting? Why must you be so dark, Tom. There's no shame in living a simple life."
"Why have a simple life when you can have everything?"
That was her first hint as to what he wanted—everything.
"So you take over everything, then what? There's nothing more you can do."
"Live with you, of course. Make you my queen."
She was backed up a little and he crept towards her. Emelia fell onto the bed and he got on top of her.
"I really do like you," Tom said sadly. "I just hope he likes you as much as I do. It'd be a shame to complete the transformation and have you killed."
He placed his hand, gently, on her cheek and caressed it while on top of her.
"Now what were you thinking, going away today?"
"I was just visiting my parents, Tom. Nothing more to it." she sounded irritated.
"Tell me how it went."
"Later, I just...I need to get my shit together."
He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her down.
"I want to know right now."
His voice didn't have any sympathy in it. He was demanding it. He needed to know.
"It went horrible, Riddle, is that what you wanted to hear? It went like shit and my parents bloody hate me."
His grip on her loosened and she tried pushing him off, but he stayed out.
"I'm sorry. I cant control how your parents treat you, but you can't just leave me alone like this and then come home to question and ignore me. That's not how it works."
"Ohoo! That's very much how it will work, Tom. Or shall I say Lord Voldemort, which one is it? Little bitch boy. Get a bloody life and stop blaming everything on everyone else."
Her Cardiff accent was showing and Tom was appalled.
"Blaming everything on everyone else? My god! You're bloody senile."
"You've literally created another character in your head and blame him whenever you do something bad. You're just a shitty person."
His lips frowned, but slowly started curling up into a smile. A sound escaped from his lips ask them he couldn't stop. He was laughing. It was maniacal.
"Are you okay?" Emelia asked. She was concerned as to what happened to him. He was in hysterics on the bed, next to her.
"No, no. Not at all. But you don't worry about it. Go back to your little flat and enjoy your unstable marriage with your bloody husband and stupid child."
"She's just as much my child as she is yours," Emelia said quietly.
This was rare. She never really admitted to things like that. Emelia was a bitter girl who couldn't show real affection. Maybe with him it was different.
"I'm sorry." he sighed.
"It's alright."
Things were awkward for a few seconds until she spoke up.
"So...would you like to watch a movie?"
"I guess so, yes. Which one? I was thinking 'A Wizards Sorrows'."
"There's one called Edward Scissorhands. It's a muggle film, maybe you'll like it."
His face screwed up for a second with distaste, but changed back.
"Why not."
They got up and she quickly grabbed his waist and pulled him in for a kiss.
"What was that for?"
"For being a git. But you are my git."
Tom looked down at her with his eyebrows raised. He bent down and came closer to her ear.
"And you're a whore. But you are my little whore, I suppose."
She blushed, but didn't show any physical signs. Her heart was beating fast. Emelia pulled him even closer and his head was now in the nook of her neck. She tried to quickly unzip his jeans.
"Stop it," he chided. "Stop."
She stopped all of a sudden, though unwillingly.
"You really upset me yesterday leaving like that. I'm not going to let you touch me that easily. Put on the movie."
"You're a dim-witted numpty," she grumbled.
They sat down on the bed and looked at the movie. She was in between his legs with her head on his stomach. Slowly, but surely, his hands crept down her thigh.
Her breath quickened.
"Just say the word." Tom said.
"Please."
"Your wish is my command."