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Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter.
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The feast happened peacefully as the students dug into their own meal, but my gaze lingered surreptitiously on a kid who sat beside Abraxas. A kid who was being blatantly ignored by everyone else – not even Alphard had greeted him. Tom Riddle. A pure muggle-named boy placed in Slytherin. Of course it was frowned upon. His life will be difficult in the future. A pang of pity twisted my heart, but I quickly banished that feeling. He hates being pitied, he will live through it and survive, alone or not.
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°• MORTE VII•°
The female prefect led us –the first year females– to the Slytherin dormitory, which happened to be in the dungeons. My lips quirked upwards a little: I remembered the first movie when the troll appeared and the students were 'told to go back to their dorm'. Slytherin dorms are in the dungeons, which is the same place as the troll had been according to what Quirell said. Even the witty comment Draco made still makes more sense than that. I mused internally.
As the prefects gathered us in the Common Room, I looked around myself. There are so many green and silver colors, and oh, don't forget about the snakes too. This place looks exactly like the one in the movie, but more dim.
Well, at least it's to my liking.
"Listen, first years! There are some rules you should follow in the House of Slytherin."
I began listening to some of it before I caught a glimpse of a slightly plump old man heading towards the prefects. Horace Slughorn. That name echoes in my mind. Our Head of House and also our Potions Teacher. A few scenes flash by behind my eyes and I hear the wispy echo of Horcrux… Horcrux… Horcrux… Horcrux… I shake my head internally, having missed the professor's introduction.
°• My Another Life •°
I was given my room, which, unfortunately, is not empty. The beds are divided into two sections: two on the left side and two on the right, separated by a wide space for a mirror hanging on the wall in the middle. There are two girls by the two beds on the right. I notice my trunk has already been placed on my bed on the left side beside the wall and my eyes wander back to the girls who have already unpacked their things. We are missing someone here~ I smile a little in greeting once they notice my presence. After the introduction and necessary small talk, I head over to unpack my trunk.
The girl whose bed is near the mirror and who definitely had the Black family's characteristics is Aurora Black. She has an oval face with grey eyes, shoulder length wavy black hair and high cheekbones with light-toned skin. The other girl -Eirene Carrow- has dark brown hair styled in twin pigtails, a heart-shaped face, light blue eyes, and likewise has high cheekbones and pale skin.
Fanon characters.
Since the books never mentioned them, I assume that they're dead or weren't highly involved in the war. Well, there are so many fanon characters that go unmentioned in the Harry Potter series, especially from this time. A few minutes later, the last of our roommates appeared. She, like the others, had pale skin, a round face with straight shoulder length hair and parted bangs, highlighting her violet eyes. Jennova Macmillan.
I think we have an assortment of types of persons in this room: the cool and broody Aurora Black, the gentle but firm Eirene Carrow, and lastly the playful and mischievious Jennova Macmillan. As for me – I am the calm and collected Sephira Morte.
Changing into my nightgown, I climb into my new bed and discretely cast a silencing spell before drifting off to sleep.
Pray tell me that tomorrow will be interesting.
°• My Another Life •°
I am looking over my schedule. Our first period is Transfiguration with Gryffindor. Great. I sigh before walking to the classroom with my roommates, passing a few other students from the different houses in the process. As I look around, I realize the truth of the several fanfics I had read. The magical community's stagnation is indeed true, because there aren't any differences about this castle. Whether it's about color, stuff placement, or the general environment as a whole. I even bet to myself that Hogsmeade looks the same as in the movies. Perhaps even Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are identical to their movie counterparts.
If you're wondering, I never did visit Diagon Alley to buy the student's stuff for school. Sephiroth did all of that for me and we have our own wand maker for Mortes. So, basically the first time I went to the platform 9 ¾ was the first time I had entered the British Magical Community. You can say we –the Mortes– really have isolated ourselves in this way. We are isolated from the British Magical Community but instead we blend in with the muggles.
During the time we had a free period, I went to the library in order to see Hogwarts Library's grand collection. Lies, of course. That was the more trivial of my reasons. In truth, I am going to find him and observe. I know in the moments we have free periods he will be trying to swallow all the knowledge as many books as he can.
The library is the key.
Given his circumstances, I would definitely do what he's doing. Only I am not.
I greet the librarian before strolling over to the Defense Against the Dark Arts, or DADA for short, and the Spell Crafting theories. After I got the books I want, I glance around to find an empty seat naturally –one has to maintain the act to avoid suspicion– as I saw a few lone students, and a couple of students who are studying in groups. Then, my eyes caught a certain someone sitting by himself alone. Straightening my shoulders, I walk in his direction with my perfect mask up.
If a Slytherin seeks another Sytherin's companion, it is taken as a common sight for any other house. But, if someone highborn or of the Old families sees a Slytherin pureblood seeking out a Slytherin muggleborn for companionship, it is considered highly unusual.
Ha! I don't care about that.
'You should be careful.'
I almost stopped moving when I heard the familiar voice ringing in my head. Almost. Alice's voice sometimes found itself in my head. Just like a reminder of what I should and shouldn't do.
"Excuse me, is these seat taken?" I speak softly.
He looks up and tilts his head a little. I know that is an act, but Oh. My. Sweet. Death. This kid is so damn adorable! His big dark eyes and cherry plump lips! And his baby fat! I know the books speak about how charming Tom Riddle is and how angelic his face looked as a kid, but J. K. Rowling really didn't do him justice about that and if I were a lesser woman –ahem– girl, I would have glomped him right away.
"No."
I blinked once. "Then, you wouldn't mind if I sit here, would you?"
"No, go ahead."
And then my plan of 'observing' is gone.
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