Riddle knocked on the dormitory door at three in the morning the next day - his expression - I couldn't read it.
I never really could but something was off.
Malfoy, he called - the cruelty was absent and my heart dropped.
I'm confused.
What is it?
Come with me.
But-
Now.
I slipped out of bed and Lestrange eyed me from his pillow and I shook my head.
I'm confused.
The stone of the dungeons is cold and biting and I watch the back of Riddle's head, he's not looking at me. Nothing new, but something was off.
I'm confused.
He stopped abruptly, causing me to crash into his back and I mutter a sorry, his eyes pierce mine and my brow furrows.
What is it?
Have you eaten?
I wanted to laugh at how strange he was acting but thought better of it.
Why?
Have you eaten?
No.
Good, you might puke.
I'm confused.
He sighed and for a moment I thought he looked human - pinching his nose he looked into the common room before looking back at me.
Riddle was debating something.
I'm confused.
Then he pulled out his wand and I flinched but he ignored me and cast something over the room, taking a step forward my ears then felt fuzzy.
A silencing charm?
I'm confused.
Riddle walked into the common room and I followed, my eyes glued to the back of his head.
Turning, he was glowing a slight green that made him look sickly yet divine and his jaw was clenched and he dug into his pocket.
His fist was tight - reached out - pulled back - another breath - before extending his arm out again and a silver chain dropped from his fingers and my ring hung at the end - it looked as if it'd been hanged.
I went rigid, why do you have my ring? I gave that to Ophelia.
I knew he knew.
His eyes shifted to the large windows behind me, gesturing and dread washed into the room in a tsunami wave.
Turning, the rush of the water and the scream ripped me off my feet and I collapsed into the stone.
There you were.
Suspended in the air - no - water - floating like a lily that got sucked beneath the surface by the undertow.
Ophelia.
Was I whispering or screaming?
The world had ended.
Your mouth hung open and your eyes were too - frozen ichor stuck to your cheeks in icy droplets.
Ophelia.
I turn to Riddle, how did he get my ring?
I'm confused - no - it makes sense.
Ophelia, if I'm Hamlet then this is act v - sc. ii.
Kill me.
Tom Riddle blinks, head tilting - grins.
No.