Turned - Tom Riddle

Chapter Six

She looked at the dress. It's pigment was green, but had silver undertones. It was tight until it hit the waist where it flowed out into a green ocean. Elizabeth took off her own clothes and slipped the dress on over her. She looked in the small mirror which hung on the wall of the room. Her hopes sunk when she saw what was looking back at her. The details of her body were incredibly visible through the tight dress, which was obviously Walburga's size. Her waist line didn't match up with that of the dress, and despite her efforts of pulling the material back and forth on her body furiously, she gave up. When the handle of the door rattled behind her, she sighed and refocused herself.

"Yes?"

"Is it amazing?" Walburga squealed.

"What?"

"The dress, Beth. The dress," her tone faded.

Elizabeth spun her body around to different angles, putting her shoulders back, then forwards, than back again. "I don't think it's my style," she sugar coated the situation.

"Oh no," Walburga replied. "Hold on, I know what would be exactly yours!" Elizabeth heard her friend run off.

They had been going down to various dress shops among Hogsmeade the entire weekend. A Christmas Ball was to be held the weekend next, and they hadn't found dresses. Elizabeth wasn't expecting anyone to ask her. Joshua had kept his promise of taking her to Hogsmeade, but it only happened once. They occasionally met up in the library to study, which Elizabeth didn't need.

The sudden worry of dresses, boys, and midterms had taken her mind off of the fact that she was no doubt, dead to Tom Riddle. It had been five weeks since she'd ran away from him in the corridor. He hadn't looked at her, spoken to her, or spoken to anyone about her, which Elizabeth found a relief, yet eerily haunting.

However, Walburga had been as attentive as ever to the situation, pointing his absence in Elizabeth's life out to her whenever she could. It gave Walburga great ease that her chances weren't diminished by her friend.

"Here," Walburga handed Elizabeth a dress. It was black, tight until the waistline until it slightly flared out down to the ankles. There were thick straps at the top, which she didn't mind as much as the strapless green dress she'd been given by Walburga.

Elizabeth went into the dressing room and again closed the door, took her clothes off, and then stepped into the dress, pulling it up and putting her arms through the sleeves. She loved the dress on the hanger, but when it rested on her body, she was disappointed. Again, the torso was both too tight and too long on her, and the waist was well below her own.

She looked behind her, not expecting anybody to see her, but to be cautious. She pulled her wand out of her coat which was resting on the chair and pointed it at the torso of the dress. "Engorgio," she whispered and the torso began to loosen up and contort until Elizabeth drew her wand back. She had used magic for clothes many times before, but always felt bad. Then, she mumbled a few different spells until the waist line had moved up to her own and the dress fit her perfectly.

Being satisfied with the look of the dress on her body, she put her wand back and opened up the door. Walburga's face snapped into a look of shock for a split second, and then turned to a happy look, as if she hadn't expected it to look good on Elizabeth.

"It looks amazing Beth!" she exclaimed, "Oh how I wish Tom could've seen it." A leer danced at her lips as she attempted to put down her friend.

Matilda took the fabric in her hand from the skirt portion. "This is absolutely lovely."