A/N: Tom-foolery afoot! And, ever wondered, "Elle's Hufflepuffish and Gryffindorish… but she is in Slytherin. When are we gonna see her do something slimey?" Well, if you have wondered that… we may be attached at the brain… or you may just be in luck! The next chapters should more than convince you of Elle's Slytherin persusion.

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Chapter Seven

Elle sat alone in her new dormitory. Drumming her fingertips together, she began to formulate a course of action. She needed to find out what these dreams meant.

Soon, breakfast would be over and Eileen and Roberta would be back. Quickly, Elle racked her brain trying to remember where she hid her journal. Opening the top drawer of her dresser, she doubiously eyed the letter Lucretia wrote to Ignatius. Taking it out of the drawer and fingering the script, she questioned whether she should throw it away.

"Hey!" Roberta shouted, startling Elle.

"Sorry we didn't wake you. We weren't sure if you usually slept in or not," said Eileen. Roberta pulled a wrapped muffin from her satchel.

"So, we brought you this!"

"Oh, thanks so much. And, I actually do sleep in pretty late on the weekends." She took a bite of the blueberry muffin as the girls gloomily took seats on the edge of her bed.

Eileen sighed. "There's another rumor, I'm afraid. And a very horrible one at that."

Elle stopped chewing. "Bow wot…?" she dejectedly ventured, lowering her eyes, her mouth still half-filled with muffin. Eileen gestured to Roberta.

"Just now, at breakfast, Lucretia was telling the group of Slytherins around her that you… well, you and… Ignatius… you know."

Elle nervously cleared the throat. "Well, that's not completely untrue," she shamefully whispered. Bert's eyes widened and Eileen's face flushed as she quickly averted her eyes.

"You mean, you did… you know… shag him?" Roberta finished in a whisper.

"What?"

Roberta and Eileen looked at each other in confusion. "So you didn't, then?"

"No!" Elle quickly assured them. "He kissed me. Once! And he was …confused." She skeptically looked at the two girls. "Is she really saying that?"

The girls nodded. "And that's not all. She's also saying that you slipped him Amortentia," Roberta smiled sympathetically. "Everyone was snickering and all that when Ignatius walked by."

Elle reached for her pillow and pressed it firmly over her face. A high pitched, muffled scream startled the two girls. Elle finished and set the pillow back beside her.

"I think she's had enough fun. She needs to learn a lesson."

Roberta's face lit up. "Can I help?"

Temporarily putting plan one (Plan –"Dream Riddle") aside, Elle, Eileen and Roberta made their way to the library to put into action a more exciting and important plan: Plan –"Lucretia Black will Burn."

Scanning the room for Ignatius, Elle spotted a group of 7th year boys wearing subtle shades of green: the mark of a prideful Slytherin –they managed to wear green even during the weekends, when a uniform wasn't requirred. "He's probably over there somewhere. I'll be right back; maybe you two should find a table and Roberta, you can owl your mum about that charm," she explained quietly before tip-toeing to the study group.

"Psst! Ignatius…" she whispered to the boy with the shaggy ginger hair. He looked up, along with all the other boys at the table. "Can I speak with you for a moment?" His blue eyes glimmered as he immediately stood and, almost tripping, walked around the nearest bookcase with Elle. "Sorry to interrupt your studying, but I needed to ask a favor."


Elle groggily trod to her first class. The night before, Eileen had brewed a sleeping draught for her, known to induce so deep a sleep that dreams become obscured or forgotten by morning. Unfortunately the concoction had not completely worn off.

Sinking into the furthest chair from the front podium, Elle leaned her head back as her jaw hung open. She struggled to focus her eyes on the brass chandelier hanging from the ceiling and after several mintues, succeeded. Luckily, Monday was a lecture day and she wouldn't need to engage in any potentially dangerous activity. Then someone took the seat next to her. Lazily rolling her neck sideways, Elle scoffed.

"Not enough sleep becomes you. In the future, don't go to bed at all."

"You flatter me, Mr. Riddle," she monotonously droned, unaffected by his scowl and sarcasm. "In the future, don't bother disguising your rude little quips. It just wastes my time."

"And energy, apparantly. You must be terribly exhausted from trying to defend yourself."

As the Professor strode to the front of the class, Elle sat up and blinked several times, widening her eyes. She had a long class ahead of her.

15 minutes –which really felt like 15 years- through the lecture, a small piece of folded parchment descreetly skidded onto Elle's desk. Unfolding it, she read,

So what did you do to Black?

Elle blatantly gestured to Tom to pass her his quill. Rolling his eyes at her conspicuousness, he tossed the feather to her.

Haven't you heard already? I saw you laughing with Lucretia –at me and Ignatius.

She wrote and passed back both the quill and paper. Tom pushed the quill back and retrieved another from his satchel. Quickly scribbling, he silently chuckled and slid the note back.

You don't honestly think I believe you've shagged anyone… The reason I was laughing is because I'm amazed Lucretia thinks anyone else does.

Elle dragged a thin hand over her face. She yawned and smirked as she wrote her reply, drawing a little heart beside her words.

Well, I'm saving myself for you, apparantly.

She made sure to be less obvious as she passed the note, this time. Tom's face didn't flinch as he read and responded.

I've heard that one quite a bit more. And I must say, it's infinitely more probable…

I'll kill her for you.

Elle could help but let a giggle escape her mouth but immediately feigned a cough to disguise her laughter. Luckily, the professor continued with the lecture.

Oh, you do know how to treat a Slytherin girl.

Tom leaned over and added 'Slytherin' before Elle could finish writing.

You're not going to sit next to me in Arithmancy too, are you?

Elle passed the note, yet again.

Sorry to dissappoint, but no. I'll endeavor to sit with you in Dueling club, though. I'll need to protect my chaste adorer. I assume you can duel adequately, otherwise, why would you join the club? But I'll have to keep you away from our Head Boy for the sake of your chastity …Or should I say, 'Your chastity of mine?'

Elle nodded in acceptance and slid the note between the cover of one of her books. Smiling to herself, she wondered why, if Tom hadn't believed any of what Lucretia told him, did he decide to sit with her, and offer to sit with her later, during Dueling Club.


Elle sat on the cool stone floor to the right of Roberta and Eileen as she watched various students pour into the Defense classroom. It was already dark out, but countless candles and the fire in the fireplace lit the room almost as brightly as if it were just noon. James Foxworthy walked in, closely followed by Tom. Raising his eyebrows at her, he took a seat next to Elle. She felt a warmth crawl into her cheeks and bashfully smiled at him. Why am I acting like such an idiot? she thought, suddenly a little unnerved.

She next noticed Ignatius walk through the double doors. He regarded Elle then made his way to the front of the classroom where he found Evangeline and they discussed something unintelligable.

Lucretia came in next, followed by an entourage of loud, boisterous girls sometimes regarded as 'The Mouths of Hogwarts.' Elle's eyes gleamed and she mischeviously grinned.

Tom, noticing, leaned over her shoulder and whispered, "Have you made a reprisal for this little vendetta of yours? Or is that why your so evilly wistful?"

"You'll see."

"Tonight?"

"I wish, but it's more elaborate than you think. It took some time to plan, but with the help of the lovely Mr. Prewett, you shall see soon enough… perhaps I'll even manage to impress you."

"Pray tell, how did you get our head boy to pitch in?"

"You over-estimate him. He may be head boy, but he's still a Slytherin."

"Is that a fault or virtue?"

"In this case… a virtue."

"Well… Then I must offer my assistance. You see… I'm overly abundant in those sort of virtues. Overly abundant to a fault."

Elle chuckled and considered his offer. "I'll let you know if I think of anything you can help with."

Tom shrugged.

"Well, in the mean time, I think I'd like to have a duel with her."

To Be Continued…