Time For Games : 7spells [G: Eileen Prince/Tom Riddle]
Title: Time For Games
Character(s): Eileen Prince, Tom Riddle
Prompt: As near as snow
Rating: G
Word Count: 314
Summary: Kids are kids. World domination plans aside...
Author's Notes: Unbeta-ed
Eileen giggled as she watched the snow flake away from Tom’s deep ebony hair, “I gotcha.”
“Yes... Indeed you did,” Tom drawled.
Eileen could picture the look on his face, even if his back was turned to her. When his voice went cold and formal like that, he was trying to hold his temper at bay. If she didn’t quell it fast, she was in for an explosion.
“I was just playing, Tom,” Eileen practically purred, slinking forward and wrapping her arms around his waist. “You remember playing, right? We used to do it all the time last year, ya know, before you went all weird and stuff.”
“I’m fourteen, now, Eileen. I don’t have time for games.”
“Awww...” The second year stuck out her bottom lip as she shifted around in front of him. She didn’t remove her arms from around his waist, peering up at his softly with wide silver-grey eyes. “Not even a little? You can work on your plans for world domination later, promise.”
Tom smirked a bit, his dark eyes twinkling down at Eileen, “Well, all right. As long as you promise to help me with them.”
“Of course,” Eileen said, prodding the fourth year in the side. “Can’t have a good world domination plan without a bit of a woman’s touch. Come on,” She said, bending and picking up and handful of snow, eyeing Tom with a devilish grin as she grabbed the front of his jumper and stuffed the snow down his front.
The childish squeal that ripped from his mouth as he fought to untuck his shirt to rid himself of the snow was a delightful change from the staunch seriousness he’d lapsed into during the past year. Eileen stuck her tongue out at him before taking off, scrambling over one of the snow drifts. “Can’t get me!”
“Oooo, you little vixen! You are so DEAD!”