BANG!
A big commotion ensued as the first years screamed and the other people in the room, including the professors, stared in shock. Everyone was speechless because of what had just happened.
It was the beginning of the year at Hogwarts and Headmaster Dumbledore had been in the middle of giving a speech when a spectacular display of owls flew in, disturbing and consequently distracting the younger students. Being used to the come and go of owls at meals no one else noticed until the owls dropped something.
The first disturbing thing was that a moment before the owls dropped an enormous 'package' in front of Dumbledore, the afore mentioned let out a wild yelp, as if to indicate the spot to drop. This was startling because the package was in fact a girl in her teens. The strange and frightening girl landed in a crouch in front of the headmaster with both arms thrown behind her as if she was ready to take flight again in a moments' notice.
The girl had actually landed quite gracefully and the loud bang was actually made by a startled first year, clearly overwhelmed with all the days' events and overcome with shock. Madame Prune, the schools' current nurse, moved to take care of the poor child as the strange girl stood up with a look of pure elation on her face.
The point of her entrance was to make a scene and that she did. When she turned around to face the students with a wide grin, a lone soul laughed at the large bow and gift tag poised on her head as if she were a present. The girl appreciated someone acknowledging her humor and shouted joyously, "Let's do that again!" After her statement the laughter quickly caught on and she turned back to the headmaster.
As she face him again Dumbledore collected himself enough to ask the girl, "Who are you?" under his breath so she could hear him.
She smirked a meddlesome twinkle in her eye, so often found in Albus's, but way more sinister. She simple replied, "Well I was just headed over to the Slytherin table of course. Running a bit late today, fashionably of course."
The mystery girl turned to walk away and the headmaster grabbed her arm, turning her back to him. Still dumfounded he spoke this time with a stronger voice to the girl, "No," he stated.
"No?" asked the bold girl, "That is my house you know. And I really would like some dinner with my housemates." This interaction with Dumbledore was nothing but intertainment for her.
Working through his thoughts out loud Albus rambled, "Late? But she couldn't be a first year could she," glancing at her smirking form as she counted to 7 on her fingers to indicate that she is a 7th year. Again he spoke, "7th? But we do not get new students this late in their education and she hasn't even been sorted."
The old fool was now pacing as she interrupted his mutterings stating, "Well I did say I was running late, in terms of a few years. I expected you to know who I was though and why I know my sorting already."
"And why would that be my child?" the head master mused, still mentally sifting through the information.
"You happen to know my father quite well," she stated simply, but it packed an underlying malice.
"Who are you and who is your father then?" Dumbledore implored her.
She grinned widely knowing this would be the highlight of her night, for she loved mischief. She started, ever so polite, "Why I am the one and only Tawnus Marvola Riddle, although I prefer just Tawni."
The entire hall silenced some in fear and most of the slytherins in victory because they had known she was coming, even a dark-haired outcast sitting seemingly in the corner, ignored. Dumbledore proceeded to grab her arm and drag Tawni from the hall.
Not to be treated like that in front of anyone, for she was the dark Lord's daughter, Tawni broke free. Tawni held her head high as she walked through the silent hall, not only going willingly, but leading Dumbledore himself to his office.
A/N Ok I admit I am way more excited for this story than the other one I've started. Please review. And who knows who the boy in the corner at the slytherin table was? Hmm?