"Tom! Tom!"
He turned around rolling his eyes. Only one person could be that annoying.
"Hello Davonte"
"Annnd where were you during dinner?"
"None of your business"
"Ooooo"
There was only one person who Tom had not chose to murder because of talking like that to him, however, since Davonte had been a pureblood, however also the first Irish to be sorted into Slytherin since the Irish Revolution, they had been in the same boat so to speak, when they had been sorted into Slytherin. It had taken months of nagging, but finally, Tom had pitied the boy.
"Ooooooooo"
"Davonte cut it out now."
"Or what?"
Sighing Tom stopped in his tracks to talk.
"Dumbledore organised work for the Heads tonight, hence dinner in the head room."
"Heads? But that's just you?"
"Exactly."
"I'll be head girl if you want!"
"Davonte. Shut it?"
"Or what?"
Growling Tom walked through the portrait, Davonte walking closely behind.
"Yoooou know, if you had been at the feast, you would have known what I know."
"And what would that be?"
"Ooo now you want to talk to me do you?"
"Not really."
"Weeeellll… We have… a NEW girl."
Tom rolled his eyes. "So?"
"A pretty, but weird one. I could have sworn she hadn't been listening to the hat."
"Okay."
"Never curious are you Tom?"
"Go to bed Davonte."
"Fine." He stuck his nose up in the air before heading off.
Tom collapsed on the sofa, legs together, arms crossed perfectly symmetrically.
"You're a strange one."
Ignoring Davonte, he listened for the boy to shut the portrait.
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Tom had almost had it with Dumbledore, the man had continued to load him with work, so much that he had missed Potions, his second preferred class.
And now, he had to go to transfiguration. Taught by the old codger. Which, he was late for.
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Hermione wandered down the halls on her own towards her second subject. Great joy. Potions with Slytherin had been okay, that was until a completely idiot, annoying brat had decided to sit next to her. Pity really.
The door to Transfiguration flew open as she walked past, heading towards the left side of the room as she took her bag off her shoulder.
"Ah Hermione, Ravenclaw usually sits on the opposite side."
"Oh." Her and the boys had always sat on this side, of course Slytherin and Ravenclaw would have different arrangements.
Minutes later the room was full with blue and green embroided robes.
One green one imparticular.
Hermione froze. Miniature Voldy was in her Transfiguration class.
Turning her head hastily she shoved it in a book. Oblivious to the soft murmuring until she was tapped gently on the shoulder.
Turning around, with the book still against her face, she saw a girl who looked rather identical to Chang.
"Hey… I'm Aiko can I sit here? I normally used to with another one of my friends, but she's left since Grindelwald became such a threat."
Hermione halted the girl mid sentence. "Of course."
The girl sat on Hermiones left, giving Hermione even more cover from the young Voldemort.
And so, the class went, every time Aiko would move, Hermione would also, successfully hiding from sight.
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"There Tom!"
Tom turned his head once again.
"Davonte, all I see is that girl who has been here since year ONE."
"No! Shes behind her." He frowned.
"Okay."
"You don't believe me do you?"
Tom chose not to reply.
"I'm going to go and get our stuff." Tom made a move to get up but was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"Davonte, can you go and get the objects? Tom has the book so it makes sense for him to find the page.
Davonte sighed before getting up and heading towards the supply cuboard.
"Ah! Its you again!"
Hermione covered her eyes.
"So it would seem."
"Soooo how about… Hogsmede next weekend."
"No."
"The weekend after?"
"No."
"The weekend after th-?"
"No, no and no."
The girl headed back towards her seat next to the Asian chick. Akio? Shaking his head he grabbed what he could heading back towards his table.
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"Tom, Davonte, you can leave since you are finished if you would like?" Dumbledore suggested.
Davonte shoved his hand up in the air.
"New girl finished too!"
Dumbledore looked over towards Hermione.
"Ah but they haven't handed it in quite yet, now go along."
Davonted bounded out of the class, Tom moving slowly behind him.
"Yah know, new girl said no to Hogsmede, I wonder if she knows what it is?"
Tom remained silent until minutes later.
"I still haven't seen her, are you sure you aren't imagining anyone?"
"Nooo she's there! Dumbledore knew who I meant!" Davonte exclaimed, worried about his own mental health.
Tom shrugged before walking towards the heads room.
"Aren't you coming to lunch?"
"More work from Dumbledore."
Davonte nodded. "Slave labour."
"Something like that."
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