the devil's redemption [tom r.]

10|| Dancing with the Devil.

You can't stop dancing with the devil

So why are you surprised you're still in hell?

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ROSALIND AND ABRAXAS WALKED into the Great Hall. Many heads turned around to look at them, most students whispering and murmuring among themselves.

Rosalind gaped at the interior of the Great Hall. Prefects, Head boys and Head girls had all worked on designing the hall based on the Halloween theme. From carved pumpkins that glow magically, to spider webs and live bats – the decorations suited the theme very well.

Most of the students were already present at the ball. Costumes and outfits varied from Dementors to Pygmy Puffs or even Hogwarts' founders. Rosalind witnessed the weirdest ideas.

And she noticed how formal she looked for such a party, but she still loved the grandeur of her outfit.

Abraxas was still holding her arm, equally bewildered by the ornamentations. She heeded the buffet of snacks on one side, and the various stands of punch and shots on the other, maybe with some slipped alcohol. Soft music played in the background, the party not having started yet.

She felt her stomach churn as she noticed Zhelyazko and Willow by the buffet, whispering flirtatiously at eachother. If only Rosalind would've known who was Willow's date before. . She would've certainly warned her best friend.

Zhelyazko was as observant as ever and flashed the blonde french a wicked grin, tapping his finger on his wrist, as if motioning to an invisible watch. She couldn't help but tremble slightly in fear, understanding that his gesture was a threat.

She stood by Abraxas as he offered her a drink, which she accepted gratefully and downed with a single gulp.

"Woah, go easy on yourself," Abraxas smirked as he placed his hand the small of her back, and she didn't like his actions in the slightest.

Rosalind couldn't help but accept her friend's offer to the party but it was out of embarrassment and nothing more. She didn't want to let the boy down, but his actions in the last twenty four hours seemed weird, rendering her uncomfortable.

Her heart skipped a beat as Tom Riddle walked in the Great Hall with Druella Rosier by his side, her arm wrapped around his. She hated how disappointment flared in her veins, Tom Riddle preferred Druella Rosier over her.

She really couldn't seem to understand why she felt disappointed in the first place. Did she really expect Tom to ask her to the ball?

She shouldn't care, and she didn't care. She was going to enjoy this hopefully stress-relieving night.

Well, her thoughts were completely dismissed when Abraxas dragged her to stand with his friends, and she was forced to stand between him and Riddle.

Tom Riddle was supposedly a vampire, he wore a black cloak that had a blood red interior and looked liked a vampire's. He looked undeniably attractive and she was aware that plenty of girls would've killed to be in her position.

"I'll go get us some drinks," Abraxas said before he walked to the punch table, levitating four drinks toward them, concurrently trying to avoid the hyper teenagers.

Tom Riddle was staring at her from the corner of his eye, which caused her to feel more uncomfortable and self-conscious than ever. She tried to distract herself with a couple arguing ahead of them, but she still felt Riddle's gaze on her, and Druella's loathing glare.

She downed another drink in one gulp, amusing Riddle greatly. He flashed her a toothy smirk, and that was when she noticed the fake fangs on his teeth. Suits him well..