Orphic

Four Years Later

Celeste woke up to the sound of the charmed alarm clock on her nightstand, groaning as she rolled over in her four poster bed to turn it off. Anabel was already awake, she was always the first awake in the dorm that the five of them shared.

“Good morning, Celeste” the blonde chipped from a vanity as she applied makeup to her already immaculate face. Nobody should be this happy or beautiful at 6am celeste thought as she dragged herself from the comfort of her bed.

“Morning, Anabel” Celeste mumbled back almost incoherently as she walked towards the bathroom.

Once she reached the black, tiled room she turned on the shower and stripped off her silk pyjamas and stepped into the warm embrace of the shower.

“FOR FUCK SAKE GREENGRASS” Celeste screeched as she jumped out of the ice cold water. She could never understand how Anabel took an ice cold shower at 5am, and her annoyance only intensified when she heard Anabel’s laughter.

Today was going to be a terrible day.

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Celeste finally dragged herself out of the shower after about five minutes of Celina banging on the door, complaining that it was her turn for the bathroom. The worst part of hogwarts was definitely having to share a bathroom with 4 other girls.

She sat down at the vanity next to Anabel, they each had one, one of the many benefits of being in slytherin. Anabel had finished her makeup and was now moving onto styling her blonde curls. Celeste opened the drawer on the vanity, pinned her hair back and started on her own makeup.

Once she was finished she grabbed a bottle of sleekeasy and poured some onto her hands and ran her fingers through her hair, her bedhead immediately becoming perfectly straight and shiny. God she loved magic.

Once Celina was out of the bathroom Celeste was already in her uniform laying on her bed with a book called ‘the darkest arts by Coras Selwyn’ trying to look for anything she can find on horcruxes as Tom had asked her a few weeks ago she put it down with a frustrated sigh, she hadn't been able to find anything in the past few weeks.

She stood up and walked to the window, opening it and sitting on the ledge as she pulled out the joint she had rolled last night, placing it between her teeth and lighting it with her wand. She had wanted to save it for tonight but she was too stressed out right now.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the high hit her a few minutes later and she greedily smoked the rest as if it was her lifeline, it was in a way.

Anabel wrinkled her nose as she threw the finished joint out the window.

“You’re stinking the whole dorm up Celeste” Celina complained as she was buttoning up her white school shirt.

Celeste rolled her eyes and waved her wand, the smell of the drug instantly disappearing

“Are all of you ready yet?” Celeste asked, annoyed

“Nearly” Druella replied while putting on her skirt hurriedly

“Well i’m done waiting, meet me in the common room” Celeste said walking to the door
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Celeste sat at breakfast with Sierra on one side and Tom on the other. She had a variety of fruits on her plate, topped with yoghurt and honey, she was already on her second plate, damn weed.

Tom looked at her inquisitively “are you high?” he asked coolly.

“Is it that obvious?” Celeste asked miserably.

“Yes.” Tom, Anabel, Leo and Abraxas said in unison and Celeste groaned.

Today really wasn't her day.

Celeste debated going up to her room and getting some harder drugs to get her through the day but she decided against it as the last time that had happened when she had classes the same day it ended disastrously.

Once she had finished breakfast she got up to go to herbology with Tom by her side.

She pulled out a cigarette from her bag and started smoking it on the way to the greenhouses.

“A teacher could see you.” Tom said

“I don’t care” celeste replied stoically

“It would ruin your pristine reputation with the teachers” Tom added

Celeste merely rolled her cerulean eyes and continued walking.

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Celeste had stormed out of herbology within fifteen minutes, the teachers' shouts echoing behind her as she fled.
She ran to the seventh floor then started pacing in front of where she knew the room of requirement entrance to be, the door materialised in front of her tear filled eyes as she walked in and found the stash she kept in here for her ‘bad days’.

She grabbed the white powder first as she laid it out on the table and transfigured her quill into a straw and inhaled the powder through her nose.

The effect was instant and she took another line, and another, and another.

Celeste could barely remember where she was by the time the bag was finished. She wanted more, it was an addiction that could never be sated. She wanted to feel so much less yet so much more. Celeste grabbed the dagger she also kept in her stash and slowly took her tights off.

The first touch of the blade to her scar-covered thigh was heavenly and she tipped her head back and grinned.

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Tom Riddle was concerned about Celeste. Not in the way regular friends feel concerned, no he was furious at her and at himself for letting the girl he had carefully manipulated all these years get so lost in insanity.

The way she had stormed out of herbology with her eyes blazing with a kind of madness he had never seen before was both so very terrifying and so very endearing.

He calmly walked to the seventh floor, where she always was when she had these meltdowns. She was painfully predictable, it reflected badly on him.

When Tom entered the room of requirement he took a sharp inhale of breath at the sight that greeted him.

The white couch she sat on was stained red. The black table was white with the amount of stray cocaine that was left on it. Celeste was laughing hysterically.

“Celeste?” Tom said a bit hesitant as he took in her bare legs, she was only in her red underwear, maybe they were another colour once but they were stained completely red from the bleeding wounds below it.

Celeste turned her beautiful head towards him and grinned maniacally. She really was a beautiful possession.

“Hello Tom” Celeste replied softly, a great contrast to her demeanour a few seconds ago.

“Would you like me to heal those wounds for you?” Tom replied curtly

“Yes please” Celeste said quietly

Once tom was done healing her and she had her skirt back on they sat on the couch side by side in silence until it was broken by celeste “I don't know why i did that” she said quietly

Tom looked at her in confusion, he did not understand what she meant. Surely if she didn't want to do it she wouldn't have done it.

“I wanted to, needed to in the moment but now i'm looking back on it i have no idea what got into me” Celeste said sorrowly

Tom hated where this conversation was going, she would talk about her emotions and he would have to pretend to be sympathetic. He much preferred the witty and moderately insane version of celeste to the sad self pitying version. The latter seemed to be coming forth far too much for Tom's liking.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes Tom rapidly tried to find a change of subject that wouldn't set her off again.

“Would you like to come get lunch with me?” Tom questioned and Celeste slowly nodded, standing up.