A/N: Sorry this is so short; this is just an intro. It'll get longer, I promise!
Chapter 1
He's a genius; at least, to them he is. Magic tends to make these things easier, not that it means he doesn't work hard. Even if he is…better than them. Every second he tried to fill with work so he wouldn't have to feel the void she left behind, the guilt nagging at the back of his mind. He was wrong if he thought a new life would make the memories go away.
All this was some kind of foolish atonement that even he could not make sense of. Those filthy Muggles, how he hated them, so ignorant, scurrying back and forth with nothing to do but gossip. Now he's trapped in his self-banishment, made to live among them. He supposed he deserves that much.
He wore elaborate masks; he was used to fineries, expensive jewels glittering coldly in the sunlight. No one knew where he came from, or even what he looks like, since he never took the masks off. Of course, the paparazzi loved this, the wild rumours and speculations. The most obvious possibility is that he's glaringly grotesque, having to hide behind those masks. But not many believes this; from his slicked back white-blond hair to his aristocratic walk and the way he held himself, it's obvious he's used to getting what he wants and most definitely deserves. So why? As reporters fired question after question at him, he just smiled his condescending smile, full of mockery, and refused to reply. That was part of his self-imposed punishment to, to be civil, at least to their faces. Most of them were too full of themselves to get his thinly veiled insults, his sarcasm, anyways.
Strange – well, maybe not, under the circumstances – but he didn't bask in the glow of their praise, the admiring, even lustful looks the women gave him. Even the mask didn't turn them off; if anything, the mystery seemed to draw them closer. It had nothing to do with them being Muggles, this aversion. Usually, he lived for that surge of power he gets when an attractive woman gives him an appreciative glance, Muggle or no.
This guilt is getting to me too much! He thought angrily to himself. Why should the death of a foolish girl matter so much to me?
He never thought he would miss her until she was gone.