didn't ask you how your parents died.

unlike yourself, i have some resemblance of human decency.

i wanted to, though. ever since you told me in my library, curiosity would grip at my tongue but i always bit it back.

the question how crawling up my throat like bile.

you didn't look sad about it, you never look sad about anything tom.

my immediate assumption was because you were ignorant. only such people are the ones truly happy with the world and their place in it.

sometimes i wished i lacked basic critical thinking skills, it was my favorite thing to day dream about. how easy and mundane life would be. how blissful.

that wasn't you, though. you were a whole other ideology. filed away into your own slot of being. unique and i could tell you liked it that way.

you're not that good at hiding, you know. perhaps you used to be, perhaps to others you still meet that higher standard. but once one gets too confident in their own skill, they tend to not measure every variable carefully enough.

it's the same with potions.

just because you're good at one, doesn't mean you'll be as skilled in another.

you treat people as such.

you've miscalculated me, i'm sure.

i could see the cracks under your skin. at first glance i thought your were marble - but with more consideration you give the impression of porcelain.

durable but just as easily breakable.

could i?

it was a fun idea to entertain. making the boy who's untouchable crave, making him want, need - et cetera.

i want to make you crumble.

the probability of it actually happening isn't likely, i'm aware.

unlike some i know when to not sell myself short.

i may see the cracks, but i can't seem to peer what's underneath. you're held too tightly together the ink still stays in, it won't spill. i can only see it longer in your eyes.

so dark and menacing - they're quite beautiful.

all monstrous things are.

i continue to fantasize your potential undoing when there's the sharp sting of your presence at my side.

thomas.

berkley, you sound annoyed at the use of your true name.

autumn was starting to creep up on the grounds, though leaves were still green they fell nonetheless.

nature takes us all i the end - whether we're ready or not.

your hands are in your pockets, your hair being tossed around in the wind - giving you a romantic look.

are you busy this weekend?

the question is curious, i've never been asked such as thing.

not that i'm aware, why?

well, you hum and fidget as if you're nervous. the action was empty of true value and i wanted to laugh. would you like to go to hogsmeade with me?

my brows raise, stopping right in my tracks and loose dirt kicks up around my shoes.

you want to go on a date with me?

you smirk and my lips purse.

do i recall saying it was such a thing?

it was implied.

it can be a date if you'd like? your voice was a rasp, low and nearly a whisper, making my cheeks start to bleed without warrant.

swallowing my embarrassment i push on, why?

why not?

no, i want you to answer me.

you look amused and i want nothing but to kick you where it'll hurt.

head tilting, your brown curls waver and dance. considering me for a moment before leaning down to be at eye level.

i was typically considered tall, but i falls short when standing next to someone who's well over six foot three.

the action makes me feel like a child and i hate it - you know that and your grin turns predatory.

would you like the truth or a pretty tale that'll make your heart skip a beat? your hand reaches out and plays with a loose strand of my hair, twirling it around your finger before gently tugging to bring me closer.

truth, my heart was tripping over itself anyhow so what was the difference?

you let out a low breath. i can smell tobacco, coffee, and vanilla. the scent felt too human for someone like you.

i need you for something, you placed emphasis on need.

i need you - i need you - i need you - ringing in my head like church bells. of course that's what my mind decided to focus on.

apparently that was your intention.

need me for what?

why don't we discuss that over lunch?

why not now so i know what i'm walking into?

i'll take that as a yes, then.

you back away and i hate you.

no you don't.