Luna
As what Armando promised, I was rewarded for my patience with the title of Professor three years after I requested for the employment when I was eighteen. Fingering the seemingly worthless piece of gold and family prestige in my pocket as I stared at the jingling quartz of the chandelier than hung above my desk, there was something profound stirring in my core as I relished in the superior aura that basked in my ambience – with having being the youngest ever professor in Hogwarts, to say I was pleased with myself was an understatement.
In an apt search for the Diadem that was so precociously close, I can feel the silver grazing the tips of my fingers, alas the direction the now dead Albanian man pointed me too was nothing but a ghost of the jewel – in hollow tree with an empty chest filled to the brim with apologetic letters from Helena to her mother of her utmost regret for stealing her diadem though no mention of where the jewellery was. Sighing in mild frustration as my hunt continued for an extra three years, from traveling the world based on whispers and a never ending string of rumours as to where the diadem was hidden, or who the founder of the it was. I remembered each of men that were rumoured to carry the crown, and reminisced the indulgent warmth that spread my body when the men lay dead on the floor, their fate sealed with lies. The recent rumour was of it being worn around my some child attending Hogwarts – I was aided unknowingly by Armando when granted this position in my quest.
Becoming nostalgic with the room was unintentional as I grazed the textbook with the 1800's witch illustration adorning the cover, I strode out of the room and began to make my way down into the Great Hall, it was time I was to be introduced for the first dinner at Hogwart's as Professor Riddle.
Sol
There isn't a moment where I found myself perplexed, I always understood anything and everything with the utmost clarity. Although what I couldn't understand was what the fuck was the Head Boy from 1945 Slytherin house doing sitting at the Professor's table.
"I heard he was such a prodigy, Armando was already impressed with his talents at the age of 18 although told him to come back later because if he hired him then, there would be a riot" Bonnie explained, judging by my unwavering glare at Riddle as he sat drinking his pumpkin juice stoically she assumed correctly of my yearning to sit at that table, I shook my head in disbelief, "twenty fucking two" I cussed, I knew I was jealous, "He might as well be eating dinner at the Slytherin table right now."
Sitting beside my senior, Bonnie, amongst Ravenclaw's – it was displayed that more than a few members of the pretentious house were envious of Riddle's achievements already, while the other half were blindly fawning over how his jaw is so perfect.
"Please tell me you didn't plant an infatuation charm on the poor boy" Bonnie chided, slathering gravy on her mashed potatoes as she glanced her moonlike eyes up at the boy sitting a table away as he turned to look over his shoulder for the fifth time now, "I'm sorry Bonnie, but I knew how much you liked Quidditch players" I teased, fully knowing beforehand how her cheeks were to match the color of her amber red hair, "no slut shaming at the table, Stella" she lightly scolded, taking a piece of chicken into her mouth. I placed my chin into the palm of my hand and waited for Clement to turn his head and peer at us once more, and like clockwork, the Gryffindor side glanced and we made eye contact to which he quickly flashed a dazzling smile that would usually make girls such as Alaska Selwyn hot and bothered, though surprisingly didn't have that effect on me. I wish it did, so I could actually pursue some sort of normalcy in my love life rather than being the probable only virgin left in my year. Blowing a stray hair out of my face while he broke our gaze to talk to his best friend Nicholas, I felt a pressure on the side of my skull, and was stunned to find Riddle peering through the crowds of students, his eyes scanning each of them securely performing Legilimency on a myriad of defenceless first years. The fact that nobody took note of his advances was eerily alarming.
The attempt and failure at invading my mind was displayed on his face whilst he scrunched up his nose in disgust at a person defying him, and his eyes found mine, and his expression withered into deadpan. I felt my muscles tense as we held each other's eyes, He's handsome… I thought more in observation rather than adoration, and that's when a satisfying smirk adorned his lips. Fuck... Concentrating on Occlumency once more, I returned to converse with Bonnie and her new title as Head Girl, though feeling violated.
There was a tension in the air while the students needn't be hushed when Riddle stood, his glass of pumpkin juice in midair, it was annoyingly impressive of how he claimed the room with just his stance, and a poster-child smile adorned his lips when the attention donned him so effortlessly, "it wasn't a long time ago when I was sitting in your seats-" "you're the youngest one here, Tom!" Nicholas hollered, the stubborn and loudmouthed Head Boy of Gryffindor, though Tom's seemingly optimistic attitude didn't falter, chuckling, his response was a quick retaliation, "Yes, yes, Longbottom. I remember surely how you particularly disliked the lake" which emitted muffled chuckled of the remembrance of how Nicholas was crying the whole trip across Black Lake in his first year, in fear of falling in the water.
Tom continued, "Anyways, I hope for the best this year in Defence Against the Dark Arts, and for our endeavour with this Study to be nothing but beneficial to us both" the crowd erupted into thunderous applause as if Tom just performed for us.
Luna
The first day was already beginning to be extremely tedious within an hour – teaching the first years the basic facts about actually exerting themselves into magic was nothing but a bore, none wore a crown to my dismay, and a youngling of a Malfoy was depressingly horrible at handling her wand, she was weak.
The hour tantalizingly drew on until the second hour was filled with Slytherin's and Ravenclaw's of the sixth year, already spotting a member of the Black family lugging around a large bag over loaded with an assortment of books which looks to be Arithmacy textbooks, a hint of a natural glare dawning his features, he was already looking to be an tactful pompous pure blood just judging by his character and this carelessness ambience he created upon walking in.
Other students became filing in as well, the minutes melting away as the remains of them rushed in. Occupying myself with a quill as I tapped it monotonically waiting for the rest of the tardy students rushing in, it was already looking to be a huge class.
"Am I late?" a girl huffed as she bent over to gasp air, her hands placed firmly on her socked knees as she attempted to catch her breath, and was soothed by Black as he gently rubbed her shoulder as if the girl being out of shape was something of a normalcy.
She lifted her head and smiled adoringly at the boy. She was warm and it radiated the room and it immediately was unsettling. This was the girl who resisted my Legilimency. It enlightened a spark within my chest to wonder who she was – She isn't as pretty as the other girls… and as I predicted, her reaction was astounding while she turned her head to glare rather adorably in my direction, she was undoubtedly gifted in not only Occlumency but Legilimency as well. That's when my legs moved without obligation and my knees felt slightly weaker and unstable than usual.
"Yes, you are miss.." she flicked her head away at my voice and her smile vanished, replaced with an irritated glower, "Vincenzo" she finished, crossing her arms as she leaned her body on one leg, "One detention" she opened her mouth to defy my ruling though I immediately beat her to the punch, "This, my class, is a primary example of how my time shan't be wasted on disobedience. You arrive on time – for the time.." Glancing down at my table at the list of students, her name was written dead last, "Stellafine" my lips mouthing the name once more to remember this girl to mind, and returned to stare at the frail girl who has her eyebrows knotted in resentment "has missed this lecture, the whole class will make up for it. Extra four minutes after class" the groans at Stellafine's delay was expressed through multiple groans, and as a ball of paper was to be thrown at her head from the furthest row, my hand was quick as the ashes landed on the wooden floor and the whines immediately died.
"Now sit, Miss Vincenzo" she sat tucked between Black and a nameless Slytherin boy, and I felt a lump in my throat at the scene, "Today we are learning about the origin and background of non-verbal spells and next class we will attempt to perform them."
Sol
"He seems like an asshole" I pushed the thought of detention with Professor Riddle into the back of my mind whilst attempting and knowing feebly I will fail at trying to ditch my consequence, and plucked an almost falling book from Alphard's satchel, "I don't know, he informs us pretty exceedingly on the performance of nonverbal spells" He murmured, defending the D.A.D.A. professor, "Oh god, you're charmed" I sighed miserably while flipping through the text while Alphard collected the rest of his belongings from his desk.
Sparing Riddle a stare, I began to tail Alphard out of the classroom as Tom was being bombarded by Alaska and her squad of judgemental prudes though only to have my thoughts intruded once more, 'Get back here' and turning to look over my shoulder, Riddle tossed me a smug yet brief smile and returned his attention to Alaska while she affectionately explained to him her understanding of nonverbal spells, and her potential to cast them now that he's their professor.
"Oh, how amazing is professor Riddle?" I fought back a snicker while joining the girls that were indefinitely fluffing his already huge ego. Alaska only shot me a broad look of faux politeness, and grabbed her best friend, August Rovona's hand and began to walk away without so much as a smile for departure.
Professor Riddle only leaned against his desk and dryly chuckled while Alaska shut the door with such gentleness, I mentally questioned her fake personality she carries constantly, "What does she have against you?" he nonchalantly asked, I crossed my arms feeling insanely insecure while I steadied a repugnant glare at him, reminded of his odd obsession with breaking my barriers, "what do you have against me?" I retorted.
Professor Riddle evidently held back a frown, "you were late, Stellafine" he said, basically. I knew it was childish, but I huffed my cheeks and swallowed my pride, "what do you want me to do?" I questioned, already plucking the blackboard erasers and readying myself for the dry chalk powder to maul my face.
He turned while he began to clean the blackboard himself, hiding his face, "allow me entrance."
My lips pressed into a thin line while I scrunched my eyebrows together, offended endlessly by this mere man, my temper got the better of me, "I'm pretty damn sure attempting Legilimency on a student is beyond crossing the line, Professor Riddle" I replied hastily, feeling my blood boil at the thought of him searching the minds of the helpless students. What kind of person is he to absurdly with ease divulge into the minds of mere children, I relentlessly questioned his motives while he continued cleaning the rest of the blackboard casually, as if his job at Hogwarts wasn't at stake and his perversion with my mind wasn't disturbing.
He turned solemnly, a dreary smile pasting his lips while he tidied up his desk, as if his body was moving through honey, "Oh Stella, look through my mind and see what I'm capable of"
A/N: I always imagine how Tom Riddle would be like if he were to be more softer with age,
& a Professor at Hogwarts.
If you haven't already noticed, Tom is Luna & Stella is Sol. Or Moon & Sun :)
I literally had a burst of motivation to write after purchasing a book which moved me.
I relentlessly hope you lovelies appreciate this story.
Never have really written characters such as Stella, I hope you like her.
Btw, Tom was in his sixth year while Stella was in her first, they're five years apart.
Thoughts & 'Communicated Legilimency'