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The Beginnings of Stress: Part II

Tom paced up and down the corridors waiting for something remotely interesting to happen. He had been up since five thirty in the bloody morning and he was really in need of a nap. He walked by the library a few dozen times, tempted to sneak into the restricted section right at that moment. But he knew that would be a foolish thing to do. If he wanted the book, he would have to wait. Oh, how he loathed waiting. He loathed it even more than his filthy muggle father. But he knew that he must, lest his plans go down moaning Myrtle's toilet. And he didn't want that. Not at all.

The pale Slytherin Headboy made his way to the third floor corridor. The last place he needed to check before he could get sweet rest. But sadly, sweet rest must wait a few minutes longer.

And there he saw her, lying on her stomach all over the corridor floor. The peculiar girl looked to be about 16 or 17, clad in baggy moss green trousers, and a large blue jacket. She was nothing particularly remarkable. She was quite far from the traditional beauty, but Tom found her to be a most exquisite creature. Her hair was a messy bob of wavy dark brown hair, brutally cut into a bob. She had dark, dark eyes—even darker than his own—that were like endless tunnels of darkness. Tom stood still and continued watching her for another ten minutes or so, just waiting for her to acknowledge him. Panic and stress were etched into her tan face, as she looked about her surroundings. And then finally she looked at him. Her dark chocolate eyes were locked with his own dark blue orbs. He watched as the panic and stress transformed into curiosity.

"Who are you?" she asked. Tom could tell she wasn't from England. She had a clear-cut American accent. But it wasn't a garbled Texan type accent.

He looked down at her and frowned.

"I should be the one inquiring as to who you are, I don't think I've ever seen you here before." he said this with a tone of superiority. He didn't bother being polite to the strange girl, since she was probably of no use to him anyways.

The nameless girl raised a dark eyebrow at him and said, "My name's Sabrina."

Sabrina picked herself up off the ground and walked towards him. She stood at a very impressive height of 5'1, he noted. He examined her strange apparel more clearly. With the baggy trousers and the large jacket, she wore a tight-fitting black shirt and odd black and white shoes with laces that read the words 'Converse'.

Tom eyed her attire rather suspiciously, that was certainly not the way ladies were supposed to dress.

"Call me Riddle," he said. And the he added (rather distastefully), "and what the hell are you wearing?"

Annoyance flashed through her dark eyes. "What the hell are you wearing? You fucking look like Mr. Rogers."

He stared at her taken aback by her rather colorful choice of word. Ladies were certainly not supposed to speak like that. 'Who's Mr. Rogers?' he couldn't help but wonder.

"Americans," he muttered disdainfully under his breath.

"What was that?" she said, with an equal amount of disdain.

"Nothing, ten points for use of inappropriate language and another ten points for being out of bed during curfew from—"he cut off his words abruptly, suddenly realizing that he didn't know which house she was from.

"What house are you from?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and spat out, "I don't know. I don't even go to school here."

Tom sighed and Sabrina watched him expectantly.

"Well? Aren't you going to take me to the authorities or whatever?"

Tom bit at his tongue to prevent himself from whimpering out of irritation. He chastised himself for being such a ninny for a moment. Now, he had to go and take the blasted girl to Dumbledore.

"Yes, yes. Come with me."

He took hold of her arm and began walking her to who knows where.

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