A/N hehehe, didn't you like that? Tom Riddle . . . he's so hot he
makes my teeth sweat! Okay . . . I'm a big dork. I don't care though.
~*BRI*~
When He Was Tom . . .
Chapter 2: I'm not a Witch!
"You're at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Said the old man, Brittany supposed this must be Headmaster Dippet.
"How did I get here?" She said shakily, trying to get up. Tom shook his head and Brittany took that as a warning not to.
"I'm not sure." Said Dippet walking over, Tom and the nurse in tow. "Would you be able to tell me who you are?"
"I'm . . ." Brittany glanced at Tom. If he never really met her, she couldn't really get married to her. "Morgaine . . . Morgaine Lefaya." Brittany blushed and Tom watched her movements as she sat up at least. She moved jerkily, like she was nervous about something.
"Well, Morgaine . . . are you a witch?" Said Dippet sitting in a chair next to her bed.
"I'm not sure." Said Brittany.
"how are you not sure?" Said Tom raising an eyebrow.
"I've lived in America for the past 14 years and-"
"I see, they have no school. Well have your parents ever told you you were a witch?" Said Dippet. Tom leaned against the wall looking at her darkly. Her chin clenched, she really didn't like this guy.
"Yes, they did, but they never trained me." Said Brittany glaring at him.
"I see. Well . . . I suppose you need to stay here as there is no way to get you home with out doing anything against the law." Said Dippet. Brittany glanced at Tom again.
"I wouldn't have anywhere to go anyway. My parents are dead." Said Brittany. Tom's eyes softened but he still glared at her darkly.
"Hmm, that's ironic, Tom's an orphan too." Said Dippet. Brittany refused to look at him again. "I suppose we should get you some supplies and get you sorted, you can stay here for the remainder of the year." Brittany nodded as Dippet got up.
"Sorted?" She said.
"Here at Hogwarts we have four houses. Slytherin, Gryfinndor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Each of the houses have their own qualities, which is how your sorted. I'll bring the Sorting Hat down. Tom why don't you stay with her. Madam Bartek, try and find that indicator potion." Said Dippet turning out the door, the nurse soon followed as she checked whether Brittany was fine or not. Then she and Tom were left alone.
"You're not an orphan." He said sitting in Dippet's chair. Brittany rose an eyebrow.
"Yes I am." She said sitting back.
"What were you're parents names?" Said Tom.
"Lisa and Mike. Why?" Said Brittany.
"Because . . . you're lying." He said leaning forward. Brittany glared at him.
"I am not!" She said. Tom glared back.
"Then why are you so nervous." He said.
"I . . . what?" Said Brittany narrowed eyes returning to their normal state.
"You're acting nervous." He said.
"you would be too if you suddenly appeared in some unknown place not knowing why you're here." Said Brittany. Tom looked at her blankly for a few minutes. "It's called sarcasm." Tom rolled his eyes.
"I know what sarcasm is." Said Tom.
"Oh yeah, you sure do! You're just one of the smartest people I know so far." Said Brittany chin clenched.
"Shut up wench." He hissed. Brittany just about laughed.
"I've never heard anyone call me a wench." She said.
"Amazing." Hissed Tom.
"What house are you in?" Said Brittany changing the subject.
"The one house I hope you're not." Said Tom leaning back.
"What were the houses, Slytherin? Hufflepuff? Ravenclaw and . . . what?"
"Gryfinndor." Said Tom.
"Is that your house?"
"No. I'm in Slytherin."
"Oh. Then I hope I'm in Gryfinndor."
"Good."
"Alright then." Said Brittany crossed her arms and slamming herself into bed.
"Here's the Sorting Hat." Said Dippet coming back in. Tom got up and leaned against the wall again. Brittany took the hat as it was held out to her.
**hmmm, you've got an interesting secret dear.**
**Tell me about it**
**Well, I do agree with those . . . personality quizzes you have what it takes to be in Slytherin.**
**Must I?**
**do you want to be?**
**I used to, till I met the asshole**
**You think he's cute though.**
**That doesn't matter, he's still an ass.**
**Well, it's my decision, not your's**
**isn't it the choices we make?**
**and the choice I make. I make the choice to put you in . . . **
"Slytherin!" Shouted the hat. Brittany groaned and plucked the hat off her head. Dippet nodded to Tom.
"You can take her to the common room . . . and . . . mayb you should accompany her tomorrow to get her supplies." Said Dippet leaving. Tom and Brittany glared at each other.
"How old are you anyway?" He snapped.
"14." She said jumping off the bed and glaring at the floor, ready to go to the common room.
"You had an interesting choice of clothes." Said Tom pulling the jeans and blouse she'd been wearing at school before she'd come. Brittany blushed. "What are you, a tom-boy?"
"No." She said taking the clothes and pulling out the curtains. "Excuse me while I get dressed." She said pushing Tom out of the small area. She quickly stripped and redressed in her clothes. She'd almost forgotten she had been wearing her blue low cut shirt until she walked out. Tom's eyes widened as he looked at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and he returned his eyes to the floor.
"You look like a slut." He said.
"good." Muttered Brittany.
"Normal girls wear dresses."
"I'm not a normal girl."
"Obviously." Tom and Brittany stopped looking at each other, before Brittany blushed and looked away. They went silently down the hallway before Tom stopped rubbing his arm. "I'm sorry for not trusting you."
"You should be." Said Brittany glaring at him. He looked at her amazed at how bitchy she could be. He then glared and opened the common room stepping inside. "Whatever happened to lady's first?"
"It disappeared the moment you came." Said Tom stomping off to his room. Brittany sighed and looked at the floor.
"I'm just trying to protect myself." She whispered, then she looked up. "Where's MY dormitory!"
~*BRI*~
When He Was Tom . . .
Chapter 2: I'm not a Witch!
"You're at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Said the old man, Brittany supposed this must be Headmaster Dippet.
"How did I get here?" She said shakily, trying to get up. Tom shook his head and Brittany took that as a warning not to.
"I'm not sure." Said Dippet walking over, Tom and the nurse in tow. "Would you be able to tell me who you are?"
"I'm . . ." Brittany glanced at Tom. If he never really met her, she couldn't really get married to her. "Morgaine . . . Morgaine Lefaya." Brittany blushed and Tom watched her movements as she sat up at least. She moved jerkily, like she was nervous about something.
"Well, Morgaine . . . are you a witch?" Said Dippet sitting in a chair next to her bed.
"I'm not sure." Said Brittany.
"how are you not sure?" Said Tom raising an eyebrow.
"I've lived in America for the past 14 years and-"
"I see, they have no school. Well have your parents ever told you you were a witch?" Said Dippet. Tom leaned against the wall looking at her darkly. Her chin clenched, she really didn't like this guy.
"Yes, they did, but they never trained me." Said Brittany glaring at him.
"I see. Well . . . I suppose you need to stay here as there is no way to get you home with out doing anything against the law." Said Dippet. Brittany glanced at Tom again.
"I wouldn't have anywhere to go anyway. My parents are dead." Said Brittany. Tom's eyes softened but he still glared at her darkly.
"Hmm, that's ironic, Tom's an orphan too." Said Dippet. Brittany refused to look at him again. "I suppose we should get you some supplies and get you sorted, you can stay here for the remainder of the year." Brittany nodded as Dippet got up.
"Sorted?" She said.
"Here at Hogwarts we have four houses. Slytherin, Gryfinndor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Each of the houses have their own qualities, which is how your sorted. I'll bring the Sorting Hat down. Tom why don't you stay with her. Madam Bartek, try and find that indicator potion." Said Dippet turning out the door, the nurse soon followed as she checked whether Brittany was fine or not. Then she and Tom were left alone.
"You're not an orphan." He said sitting in Dippet's chair. Brittany rose an eyebrow.
"Yes I am." She said sitting back.
"What were you're parents names?" Said Tom.
"Lisa and Mike. Why?" Said Brittany.
"Because . . . you're lying." He said leaning forward. Brittany glared at him.
"I am not!" She said. Tom glared back.
"Then why are you so nervous." He said.
"I . . . what?" Said Brittany narrowed eyes returning to their normal state.
"You're acting nervous." He said.
"you would be too if you suddenly appeared in some unknown place not knowing why you're here." Said Brittany. Tom looked at her blankly for a few minutes. "It's called sarcasm." Tom rolled his eyes.
"I know what sarcasm is." Said Tom.
"Oh yeah, you sure do! You're just one of the smartest people I know so far." Said Brittany chin clenched.
"Shut up wench." He hissed. Brittany just about laughed.
"I've never heard anyone call me a wench." She said.
"Amazing." Hissed Tom.
"What house are you in?" Said Brittany changing the subject.
"The one house I hope you're not." Said Tom leaning back.
"What were the houses, Slytherin? Hufflepuff? Ravenclaw and . . . what?"
"Gryfinndor." Said Tom.
"Is that your house?"
"No. I'm in Slytherin."
"Oh. Then I hope I'm in Gryfinndor."
"Good."
"Alright then." Said Brittany crossed her arms and slamming herself into bed.
"Here's the Sorting Hat." Said Dippet coming back in. Tom got up and leaned against the wall again. Brittany took the hat as it was held out to her.
**hmmm, you've got an interesting secret dear.**
**Tell me about it**
**Well, I do agree with those . . . personality quizzes you have what it takes to be in Slytherin.**
**Must I?**
**do you want to be?**
**I used to, till I met the asshole**
**You think he's cute though.**
**That doesn't matter, he's still an ass.**
**Well, it's my decision, not your's**
**isn't it the choices we make?**
**and the choice I make. I make the choice to put you in . . . **
"Slytherin!" Shouted the hat. Brittany groaned and plucked the hat off her head. Dippet nodded to Tom.
"You can take her to the common room . . . and . . . mayb you should accompany her tomorrow to get her supplies." Said Dippet leaving. Tom and Brittany glared at each other.
"How old are you anyway?" He snapped.
"14." She said jumping off the bed and glaring at the floor, ready to go to the common room.
"You had an interesting choice of clothes." Said Tom pulling the jeans and blouse she'd been wearing at school before she'd come. Brittany blushed. "What are you, a tom-boy?"
"No." She said taking the clothes and pulling out the curtains. "Excuse me while I get dressed." She said pushing Tom out of the small area. She quickly stripped and redressed in her clothes. She'd almost forgotten she had been wearing her blue low cut shirt until she walked out. Tom's eyes widened as he looked at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and he returned his eyes to the floor.
"You look like a slut." He said.
"good." Muttered Brittany.
"Normal girls wear dresses."
"I'm not a normal girl."
"Obviously." Tom and Brittany stopped looking at each other, before Brittany blushed and looked away. They went silently down the hallway before Tom stopped rubbing his arm. "I'm sorry for not trusting you."
"You should be." Said Brittany glaring at him. He looked at her amazed at how bitchy she could be. He then glared and opened the common room stepping inside. "Whatever happened to lady's first?"
"It disappeared the moment you came." Said Tom stomping off to his room. Brittany sighed and looked at the floor.
"I'm just trying to protect myself." She whispered, then she looked up. "Where's MY dormitory!"