Control
"Pryor has him cornered."
Myrtle pushed away the sniggers of passing Slytherins; the passage was not so deserted since dinner had ended. Instead she gazed up at Bakura, who was looking past her, his eyes sparkling with flashes of heightened dislike bordering on cold hatred; she took an unconscious step backward.
"So…" Myrtle trailed off, as Bakura refocused on her; the disturbing flicker leaving his eyes.
"You don't have much work to do, do you?"
Myrtle shook her head.
"You don't mind starting right away do you then?" Bakura's inquiry was genuine and almost anxious.
A few scant weeks were not much to derive normal behavior from, but Myrtle felt whatever tentative thesis she had derived were being shattered by this abstractly human behavior.
"Sure." Thankfully, this time Bakura didn't grab her arm and drag her off, and they were able to walk along like normal people; Myrtle wondered what it would be like to hold his hand again.
"Is there any particular reason why you need to know about… that stuff?" Myrtle asked, after they reached the end of a lengthy corridor, and were about to turn left; looking sideways through her hair she noted his head turning slightly away, to the side.
Fingers briefly brushed against her palm, followed by groping fingertips that linked around her own; sending a giddy shiver up her spine.
"As I said, I'm trying to learn as much as I can about things that could control a person." It would seem like he was trying to lightly brush her off, but the mention of controlling people only heightened Myrtle's apprehension; at least that was semi normal for him.
"All right." Bighting back any and all of her apprehensions; Myrtle glanced sideways, and up, at Bakura, only to receive a reassuring quirk at the edge of his lips, a half smile.
That was enough questions for one day; he wasn't making her do anything she shouldn't… So he obviously was still perfect, right?