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abraxas tell you that? part dos (t.m.r.)
ah shiii here we go again
this is a short prequel to “abraxas tell you that?” which is why its under tom x reader
“what exactly are we looking for again?” nott lazily lifted various items in the bedroom; pillows, books...the lamp. in contrast, you were flipping things over and searching like a mad man.
“the ring”
“what ring?” Avery asked a volume too loud, earning a harsh shush from his housemates. he muttered a sorry, continuing flipping through the pages of alexein malfoys various texts.
“its a-” you glance at nott, who gives you a hesitant look. Avery looked up to abraxas, everyone knew that. you didn't want to be the one to ruin that image for him by exposing the suspicions around the Malfoy family. “just a ring that was misplaced”
the sound of footsteps approaching leave you three frozen like deer in headlights. nott grabs onto you and Avery, ushering you two into a nearby closet. with a flick of your wand, the bedroom restores.
“now from my understanding, you and miss (y/l/n) have decided to split.”
alexein.
“that would be correct.” a familiar voice accompanies, causing you to fidget. you strain your eyes to look between diagonal wooden shutters of the closet door. tom and mr malfoy stand head to head. you can feel the tenseness through the door.
“very good, tom. you have always been like a second son to me. your loyalties will be rewarded.”
Avery takes in a sharp breath out of nervousness. nott warns him with an elbow to the ribs. unfortunately, it was too late. though the platinum blonde was momentarily distracted by lighting his cigar, his younger counterpart took notice of the noise. he squinted, and made eye contact with you through the space you were peeping through. you sat back immediately with an inaudible gasp.
caught in 4k.
“however,” alexein exhaled, “there are other matters we must discuss. one regarding a ring-” he pauses at the sudden noise. your sleeve flies over your mouth and nose, and nott follows suit with the collar of his shirt. Avery sits in the corner guilty, mouthing ‘sorry’, attempting to fan his fart.
alexein pretends to not hear it, and dismisses it. tom fights to keep a straight face, his eyes a bit wide, plotting ten million ways to murder avery.
“abraxas has informed me about your recent interest in dark magic, and I was curious to know if you have read anything on-” the older man is once again interrupted by another gust of Averys nervousness. and this time it is too long for him to quickly talk over.
it lasts for a good five seconds, fluctuating from high and lower pitches. you hold your arm tighter around your face, and nott sinks his heads completely into his shirt while punching the boy next to him repeatedly. you can see tom’s fists ball tightly as he eyes the closet door with pure hatred.
“my apologies sir,” tom painfully admits.
“perhaps we shall continue this later on,” malfoy clears his throat awkwardly. “and of course tom, don't hesitate to make yourself at home and use the bathroom.”