driven to insanity henry was. who was to blame? not himself or his past or loved ones of course. how foolish, the man would scoff to himself. it was you to blame. when you came sauntering in that first day in the middle of the semester. julian had taken a liking to you, unfortunately, so you were the new greek class addition.

it was hard to understand why he could hate you. you couldn’t even be compared to a bother or a burden. you were simply there. and that’s what ticked henry off the most. you were too common for the likeness of the exclusive hampden greek class.

written in his diary in latin, intended for no one to ever find, his secret thoughts of you. how you didn’t even deserve to be in his presence. how he even wished you were dead. he had shared these thoughts with the greek class time and time again. now only was when he decided to act out on his immoral actions. atleast to him, they were justified.

“here, try some wine,” henry instructed you calmly. as if the mushrooms on your plate weren’t deathly poisonous. he had been planning this for months now. gather the correct dosage of deathly mushrooms, invite you over for a seemingly lavish meal. “i hope my cooking meet’s your standards.” he continued cooly as he folded the napkin in his lap.