"Is this the best you can do?", she heard him ask from somewhere above her. His deep, velvety voice had sounded, heaven forbid, almost bored. It took all her self restraint not to punch his pretty face. Or she would've punched him, this she was certain, if not for the fact she was lying face down on the floor.
She raised her head to look at him, ignoring the sharp pain that drilled her skull. Sure enough, there it was the smug look in his eyes he never bothered to hide. His face was still perfectly arranged to show nonchalance but she knew better. And if she could tell by the glint she saw in his dark eyes, her supposedly normal and peaceful Saturday would be far from over.
Taking a deep breathe, she pushed herself off from the ground, her aching body protesting from her every move. Her only weekend clothes were ruined; the blue floral dress which was gift from that girl was now dirty and streak with blood. Bracing herself against the cobbled walls, she glared at Riddle. The latter was only watching her dispassionately, twirling his wand between his fingers.
With all the venom she could muster, she spat, "Fuck you, Riddle".
He just shook his head in mock disapproval. "Such language. Surely you can do better than this sad spectacle, if you can spew such ill mannered one liners?" His mocking tone was not lost to her.
She spat blood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She pushed herself off the wall and stood unsteadily in front of him. Consequences be damned, I've got my pride left. She gave him a knowing smirk and he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Again", was all she said and watched as he raised his wand.
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Hey there! I just found this piece again and wow, the last update was 2013. I have modified this chapter but will just do a quick review with the next chapter. Will post updates as much as I can, this piece was something that could never really leave me lol
