Flowers for a Ghost

It would have been a lie to say that Ed had not noticed the Slytherin. It was impossible not to notice him when nearly every girl in every house swooned every time he walked by and whispered in loud voices about how cute he was.

On the other hand, Ed noticed Riddle not because of the girls' whispers, but because there seemed to be this disturbing glow and glitter about his person reminding Ed of a certain major… but, in a pleasant way?

Ed felt his face flush…

FLUSH?

It seemed.. that the harmless handshake they had the other day, was something more than a simple handshake.

Yet, this effect/feeling.. seemed… familiar? Somehow?

Oh no…

Oh no no nononononono…

You can NOT be serious!

"RIDDLE! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA TEAR YOU TO SHREDS!

"TELL ME THE CURE TO THIS GODDAM LOVE POTION, SPELL OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU USED RIGHT NOW!"