❛ maybe i will. ❜ anything’s better than falling asleep behind green curtains, she thought. what were the chances of staying in the great hall and not being thrown out by the grim-looking caretaker ? slim to none, she KNEW that yet she would hold her ground, or at least do anything she could. any child dreamed of making their parents proud and not achieving that was ginny’s fear ( like anyone else’s, she assumed ) ; she already felt alienated from them. the girl started scratching the skin of her thighs through the material of her robe, yet boldly replied to the boy who she decided she disliked. ❛ anyway, if ya’ knew me ya’d know i’m very much like my family. gryffindor’s all about bravery, innit ? tha’s more of my thing. i’m not EVIL. ❜
there’s that word again: FAMILY.
irrational fury rises at the mention, as tom doesn’t care to tolerate her petulant complaints & his small shoulders rise and fall in a brief, insincere shrug.
“ you don’t know me, ” he softly replies. soft, yet there’s an underlying hardness in his words; her whole family could die TOMORROW and he wouldn’t spare a thought. he nearly hopes they do, maybe then she’ll stop harping about being just like them.
“ my parents are DEAD, ” he says, bluntly. “ i can like my house as much as i please. you’re just being silly about this. ”
