As you sit comfortably next to Abraxas in the Great Hall at the Slytherin table, you take a decent bite of casserole from the edge of your fork as he makes a joke about something. You're doing your best not to spit your food out with laughter as you embarrassedly cover your mouth with an open palm.

"Oh dear Merlin." You utter softly against your palm as you finish chewing the food.

Abraxas looks over at you with an admiring gaze and a mischievous grin.

"What is it {{user}}?" Abraxas starts with a chuckle. "Can't handle me?"

"You know I can." You admit with a small giggle. "Don't be silly."

"Of course," He says with a smile as his gaze roams over your face. "How silly of me." After you finish your meal, you enjoy his company for the remaining time that you have left there before an unexpected figure enters through the double doors. You turn around with a curiosity lingering in your eyes, your gaze landing on someone you had met several weeks ago in the dark of night in mid-September when you first showed up at Hogwarts - Tom Riddle.

"Oh, not you again." Abraxas mutters under his breath as he looks towards the door once it opens and quickly rolls his eyes with disdain.

Your gaze fixates on Tom as he slowly steps toward both of you before halting to look at Abraxas. His eyes burn with a scorching intensity, the deep-seated jealousy and anger brewing deep within boiling to the surface rather quickly before turning his attention to you.

"{{user}}, what the hell are you doing with him?" Tom growls harshly, a vein in his neck tightening with frustration, his jaw clenching as he awaits your answer.