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In the beginning, Tom and Morgana only met together for research purposes. They experimented with their special powers daily. Pushing themselves to their limits, they tried manipulating objects and even people. Both of them were fascinated as Morgana forced Billy Stubbs to hang his own rabbit from the rafters, and have totally no recollection of the event at all afterwards. Of course, Tom was blamed later, but seeing as he had no proof, no actions were ever taken against him, although Stubbs absolutely hated him after that.

Having these powers were extremely useful, especially since they lived in terrible conditions. In the cold winter, Tom would concentrate deeply and warm the room up. When anything broke, Morgana would easily fix it up by waving a hand casually. Tom and Morgana had an ongoing, friendly competition to see who could outdo each other using their powers. As of such, Tom was excellent at harming objects and people, but Morgana was brilliant at fixing them back up again. They made an excellent team; however, as far as Tom was concerned, they were only allies, nothing more.

That all changed when they discovered incantations.

Previously, Tom and Morgana used their powers purely by thought and willpower. Concentration was key to achievement, and it took a lot of strength to achieve a high-powered result. Recently, though, Tom had wondered whether saying something would trigger the results. He said so to Morgana. "That could be possible," she mused. "But I doubt saying 'Abracadabra' would help." Tom chuckled dryly.

They scoured the public library for dictionaries and books on ancient languages. "It must be an ancient language or a foreign one, otherwise if we said a random word, it would trigger a reaction and we would already know," reasoned Tom. When they went to check out the books, the young lady at the counter frowned at them. "Where are your parents?" she asked them kindly. Morgana immediately put on her innocent mask.

"Oh, miss, we're orphans…" her eyes were big and round, as was Tom's, although a tiny hint of a smirk shone through his upset demeanor. The lady bit her lip and her eyes softened sympathetically. "Poor dears," she murmured. The annoying librarian had not bothered them after that.

When they reached their room, they locked the door and started experimenting. First, they tried English, which produced a result, but it was not very strong.

"Try again," ordered Morgana. Tom did his best to ignore the commanding tone (I command her, not the other way round…), set the English dictionary aside and picked up the French one. They were trying out 'summoning spells', as Morgana had so teasingly dubbed their powers, magic. Tom was trying out the word 'action' and 'summon' in each book.

"Venez ici," Morgana pronounced, clearly and loudly. She waved her hand and flicked her fingers. Nothing happened. They continued in this vein for a variety of languages, with a variety of results. After the tenth failed attempt, Tom sighed and dumped the language volume on the ever increasing pile of discarded books. They had tried English, German, Greek, Portuguese, French and even Chinese.

"Here goes nothing," groaned Tom, picking up the last book, Latin. He flipped through the old, crinkled pages and tapped his finger on the word. "This might work," he muttered and showed it to Morgana. She nodded.

"Accio!" She flicked her fingers quickly, loudly saying the word. A whoosh could be heard as the pile of heavy books zoomed towards Morgana. She ducked and the rest of the books smashed into the wall. Morgana stood back up again, grinning at Tom, who smirked back at her. All of sudden, though, Morgana's legs crumpled beneath her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she hit the floor with a soft thump.

Tom jumped out of his seat and hurried to Morgana's side. Why had she suddenly fainted? He placed his fingers on her pulse and was relieved to find that she was still alive. He concentrated carefully, and levitated Morgana onto her mattress.

He closed his eyes and placed his long fingers on her cheeks. Wake up. Wake up! He willed with all his power, and Morgana sat up, flushed. "Get your hands off me," she growled. Tom quickly retracted his hands from her and the two just sat there, in awkward silence.

Why did that happen? Tom wondered to himself. Why did I care so much? Caring was a foreign feeling to Tom Riddle, but it felt kind of – nice. Oh god, did I just think that caring was nice? Tom resolved to not get too close to the mysterious girl in front of him, and quickly locked his masks into place.

"What happened?" murmured Morgana finally, rubbing her head. Thankfully, she didn't mention anything about his actions.

Tom spoke up, relieved to break the silence. "We were trying out 'summoning spells' and it worked; Latin is the key. One of the oldest languages in the world, why didn't we try it first? Accio means summon or action, and the power behind the spell was amazing."

Tom grinned, but then frowned. "One thing I don't understand is, why did you faint? Was the spell too hard to handle?" he asked, trying not to let any real emotion into his voice. He disguised his concern heavily behind a thick curtain of accusation. I don't care about her, he said to himself. I just want to know if it will drain my magic. Right?

Oblivious to the inner turmoil of Tom, Morgana snapped at the slightly accusing tone. "Oh yes, I can just choose when to faint and when not to," she replied sarcastically. Morgana immediately regretted her words when Tom leveled his gaze at her and stared right at her eyes coldly. He was the type of person who demanded respect at all times. Tom was possessive, and controlling, and sometimes having someone who could banter with him was good, but right now it was annoying. "Little girls who play with fire get burnt," he hissed. "Give me a straight answer, Morgana. Now." Morgana blinked at the sudden mood swing and shuddered slightly at the sheer amount of authority rolling off his tongue, simultaneously marveling and fearing the boy in front of her. He was right: playing with fire was dangerous – but only if you weren't cautious. This dance of banter and magic fascinated her, drew her in, but if she got too close he would burn her fingers off.

But his mood swings still changed faster than a pubescent girl.

"I was just feeling tired, I guess. Worded powers are definitely more powerful, but I think I'll have to get used to it first," Morgana answered truthfully. Tom nodded, a blank, neutral face on again.

From then on, Morgana and Tom became slightly warmer around each other. They laughed together, read together, traded witty comments and insults, and generally spent their spare time with each other. However, they treaded carefully. Tom was cautious not to let too much sarcasm flow out of Morgana's mouth towards him, and Morgana was careful not to step over her boundaries. But as hard as they tried, the two could not resist forming a tentative friendship.

Unlike the young, air-headed girls who gazed dreamily after Tom, Morgana was actually intelligent. She could uphold her side of the argument with solid, valid facts and keep up with his reasoning and train of thought. She was practical, she was sarcastic, and she was cunning; basically, Morgana Greene was everything Tom Riddle thought she was not.

However, the females that resided in Wool's Orphanage did not agree with this arrangement, particularly another girl named Lavina George. She had brown curls and large chocolate eyes. She was particularly vain and hated Morgana. "What does Tom see in that - " here, Lavina called the girl a rather disgusting name that did not sound right coming out of those petite lips. "I mean, honestly, Morgana. What a, a witchy name! It sounds so horrible, how can Tom stand it!"

The other girls simply nodded their heads, already used to Lavina's rants about Morgana. Lavina was another recent addition to Wool's Orphanage. Her rich parents had spoilt her rotten, until one day, while Lavina was arguing with them, they died in a horrific car crash.

Mr. and Mrs. George were in the front seat of their plush car. Mr. George had a large moustache and silken tailored clothes, as he was the director of a large insurance firm. He had a round waist and especially liked to wear fedoras. His wife had a skinny waist and superficial looks. She wore clothes in the latest fashion magazines and was not very nice to others. Mr. George barely worked during the day, while Mrs. George did not work at all.

At that moment, they were speeding along the road, Mr. George driving them towards a fancy restaurant. Lavina George, their spoilt daughter, was in the back, whining to her parents. "Stacy has the latest doll, mummy, I want that doll. She says only special people can afford to have that doll because her daddy gave it to her for her birthday party. Mummy, Daddy, I want to have a birthday party. And when I do, Daddy can give me that doll."

Mrs. George pursed her lips. "Darling, your birthday was last week. But," she said quickly, seeing her daughter's disappointed face, "We can have a birthday party tomorrow, if you want." Lavina smiled at her mother; it looked more like a grimace. "And Daddy, I want that makeup kit. Stacy says only pretty people can have that doll, when I tried to take it from her. She wouldn't give it to me though, even if we are FRIENDS, so if I look pretty tomorrow she has to give me her doll."

Mr. George loved his daughter, but this was going a bit too far. Lavina was only 6, after all. "Dearest, you're a bit young for makeup – " Lavina screeched. "I AM NOT TOO YOUNG TO LOOK PRETTY!" Mr. George turned around and tried to console his wailing daughter. "Now, darling…"

As Mr. George ignored his steering wheel, he also failed to notice the glaring red traffic light blazing at the car. The vehicle continued to speed forwards, hitting the tow truck crossing the intersection. With a spectacular crunch, the car spun around and did a back flip in mid-air, crashing into the ground…

Lavina was the only survivor of the incident, but despite having to live in an orphanage, as no other relatives would take her, she continued trying to live her rich lifestyle. And in her life, Lavina George got everything Lavina George wanted.

And now, a year later, Lavina George wanted Tom Riddle. But she just didn't understand why the handsome boy simply ignored her. She was pretty, wasn't she? Everyday, for the last year or so, Lavina had pursued Tom Riddle, but he just brushed her off. And now, that stupid bimbo, Morgana Greene, came along and in only 6 months, she had established a friendship with Tom Riddle, while she had been trying for a whole year!

Lavina fumed. One day, that witch would get what was coming to her.

So what do you think? I've tried to make the characters have a more complex personality (Tom having slight worrying feelings, Morgana blushing...) but I think they still seem somehow one dimensional.

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