Chapter three.
Herbology and arranged meetings.
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September 1, 1947
Dear Diary,
It feels so good to be back at Hogwarts. I'm Head Girl now and believe me; I'm enjoying the accommodations. My room is gorgeous, decorated in my house colors with the Gryffindor banner over my bed.
When I got off the train I ushered the first years to the boats. Tolgen was there of course and we chatted about me being Head Girl, then, the subject of Head Boy came up. You will never believe who was made Head Boy! Tom Riddle! That stupid suck up. He thinks he is so good because he is Slytherin and one of the teachers favorite students.
He infuriates me with his nonchalance and that smirk! I'm going to slap it off of his face I swear! We had a meeting with Professor Dippet and he was some 30 minutes late. He gave some lame excuse about breaking up a fight, but I saw the marks on his neck. No doubt he was necking with that horrid Slytherin girl Rose Parkinson.
To top it all off, I'm going to have meetings with him twice a week! Twice a week!!! That's time I would much rather be spending doing school work. N.E.W.T.S. are coming up at the end of the year and I doubt I'll have enough time to prepare for them.
My life would be so much easier if Tom Riddle would just disappear.
~ Caroline ~
She closed the diary and slipped it back into the desk. She blew out the dwindling wax candle beside the ink pot and climbed into her bed, relishing the feel of the fine quality sheets against her skin. She snuggled deeper into the covers and tried to clear her mind of worries, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the infuriating thoughts of Tom.
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"So how where the accommodations mate?" Teased Chris as he sat opposite Tom at the breakfast table. Tom smiled indulgently. "Wonderful, maybe, if you treat me well enough, I'll let you see them." Chris burst out into a booming laughter.
"Good morning Mr. Riddle. You approved of your quarters I trust?" Tom looked up from his plate and Met the gaze of an old looking wizard with a magnificent chestnut beard streaked gray. His robes where a dark red color and his hat matched.
Tom quickly averted his eyes. "Professor Dumbledore." He mumbled. "Yes, I liked them very much." Dumbledore nodded. "Good, Good Tom, I hope that your new Head-Boyship is an asset to this school. Good Day Mr. Riddle."
Tom followed Dumbledore with his eyes as he continued past the Slytherin table, greeting many other students on his way to the staff table. Among them, was Caroline. Tom saw Him greet her warmly and Caroline beamed a smile at the professor.
Tom shook his head in disgust. That Muggle loving professor was without a doubt the worst thing about being at Hogwarts. Dumbledore kept an annoyingly close watch on him. After his fifth year, Tom knew it wouldn't be safe to open the chamber of secrets again because Dumbledore was always watching, always suspicious. How Tom wished the old man would die, no, how he wished he could kill the mud-blood loving old fool. Oh, that would be sweet, to be the end of him.
Tom watched Dumbledore take his seat next to Professor Dippit. They where far to close for Toms comfort. Suppose Dumbledore poisoned Dippit against him? Tom shook the thoughts from his head. Dumbledore had not managed to sway Dippit against him yet, why would he be able to now, in his last year?
Tom looked back at the Gryffindor table where Caroline sat between several of her friends talking animatedly while eating her plate of ham and eggs. She would be a problem and he knew it. There had to be a way to keep her out of the way...If only he could open the chamber. No. Dumbledore was and always would be a problem. He couldn't open the chamber while he was still at school. He would have to wait for his diary to fall into the right, or wrong hands.
He would have to think of some other way to keep her out of his business. If she ever found out about him and his friends... Well, that would definitely put an end to his Headboyship. Head Boys did not practice dark arts with their friends, and Head Boys most certainly did not sneak out at night to go to the forest. If he were to be spending so much of his time with Caroline...he would have to devise a way to keep her conveniently in the dark about himself.
Instead of worrying himself over it, Tom directed his attention back to Chris who was describing in much detail an interlude with his latest girl the night before.
But out of the corner of his eye, Tom watched Caroline chattering with her friends. Yes. She would have to be dealt with.
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it was bright out as Caroline made her way swiftly to green house 12 with Charles. It as the last class of the day with the Slytherins. "Did you get a load of the homework that new transfiguration teacher assigned. McGonnegal will be a very hard professor this term, thank God we only have her for a year." Caroline nodded as Charles rambled on about the lesson they had just come from.
When they got into the green house professor Sprout was waiting patiently for them by a rather large and dangerous looking plant they had not studied yet. "Hello class." She called above the din of chatter. The 7th years quickly quieted and allowed the professor to continue. "Now has anyone heard of the Venus fly trap?" most students raised there hands. "Good, Good. Well, this here is a cousin of that plant. It is called a Neptunian Hawk trap. As you can imagine, it is a great deal more dangerous than the Venus flytrap, and is capable of killing up to 3 people with a single snap." The students began to whisper and glance nervously about at each other.
Professor Sprout laughed. 'Don't you worry though, this hawk trap is kept well sedated and is well trained. All I want you to do today is tend to it. You will need to collect the flowers sprouting around the base and the saliva dripping from its mouth. We will learn about it next time, but Madame Pomfrey has been at me for a week to get her some saliva so she can mix up some potion or other. So why don't you just do that for a while. There are containers to catch the saliva over there by Ms. Black and over by Ms. MacSlaghten you will find clippers for the flowers. Now get to work class." With that, Professor Sprout took a seat by the window, pulled out a book and began to read, letting the students go about their business.
Caroline picked up a pair of silver clippers and made her way cautiously towards the giant plant. It gave a shudder, causing several frightened girls and boys alike to leap back with looks of horror on their faces.
Caroline fought the urge to run and stepped quickly forward to clip off a few flowers. The other students, seeing that she was still alive, followed suit. After about 30 minutes of clipping away, Caroline felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned swiftly, expecting to see Charles or another of her friends. It was, however, Tom who she saw standing impatiently behind her.
"What do Ye want Riddle?" she growled "Not attitude." Snapped Tom in an uncharacteristically curt tone. There was no smirk as he scowled and told her there first meeting would be that night after dinner in the prefects library.
"Don't ye think ye should ask me whether tonight is a good time fer me Mr. Riddle?" Tom smiled cruelly.
"No." he answered before turning his back and rejoining the Slytherins at the other side of the giant Hawk Trap.
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Herbology and arranged meetings.
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September 1, 1947
Dear Diary,
It feels so good to be back at Hogwarts. I'm Head Girl now and believe me; I'm enjoying the accommodations. My room is gorgeous, decorated in my house colors with the Gryffindor banner over my bed.
When I got off the train I ushered the first years to the boats. Tolgen was there of course and we chatted about me being Head Girl, then, the subject of Head Boy came up. You will never believe who was made Head Boy! Tom Riddle! That stupid suck up. He thinks he is so good because he is Slytherin and one of the teachers favorite students.
He infuriates me with his nonchalance and that smirk! I'm going to slap it off of his face I swear! We had a meeting with Professor Dippet and he was some 30 minutes late. He gave some lame excuse about breaking up a fight, but I saw the marks on his neck. No doubt he was necking with that horrid Slytherin girl Rose Parkinson.
To top it all off, I'm going to have meetings with him twice a week! Twice a week!!! That's time I would much rather be spending doing school work. N.E.W.T.S. are coming up at the end of the year and I doubt I'll have enough time to prepare for them.
My life would be so much easier if Tom Riddle would just disappear.
~ Caroline ~
She closed the diary and slipped it back into the desk. She blew out the dwindling wax candle beside the ink pot and climbed into her bed, relishing the feel of the fine quality sheets against her skin. She snuggled deeper into the covers and tried to clear her mind of worries, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the infuriating thoughts of Tom.
* * *
"So how where the accommodations mate?" Teased Chris as he sat opposite Tom at the breakfast table. Tom smiled indulgently. "Wonderful, maybe, if you treat me well enough, I'll let you see them." Chris burst out into a booming laughter.
"Good morning Mr. Riddle. You approved of your quarters I trust?" Tom looked up from his plate and Met the gaze of an old looking wizard with a magnificent chestnut beard streaked gray. His robes where a dark red color and his hat matched.
Tom quickly averted his eyes. "Professor Dumbledore." He mumbled. "Yes, I liked them very much." Dumbledore nodded. "Good, Good Tom, I hope that your new Head-Boyship is an asset to this school. Good Day Mr. Riddle."
Tom followed Dumbledore with his eyes as he continued past the Slytherin table, greeting many other students on his way to the staff table. Among them, was Caroline. Tom saw Him greet her warmly and Caroline beamed a smile at the professor.
Tom shook his head in disgust. That Muggle loving professor was without a doubt the worst thing about being at Hogwarts. Dumbledore kept an annoyingly close watch on him. After his fifth year, Tom knew it wouldn't be safe to open the chamber of secrets again because Dumbledore was always watching, always suspicious. How Tom wished the old man would die, no, how he wished he could kill the mud-blood loving old fool. Oh, that would be sweet, to be the end of him.
Tom watched Dumbledore take his seat next to Professor Dippit. They where far to close for Toms comfort. Suppose Dumbledore poisoned Dippit against him? Tom shook the thoughts from his head. Dumbledore had not managed to sway Dippit against him yet, why would he be able to now, in his last year?
Tom looked back at the Gryffindor table where Caroline sat between several of her friends talking animatedly while eating her plate of ham and eggs. She would be a problem and he knew it. There had to be a way to keep her out of the way...If only he could open the chamber. No. Dumbledore was and always would be a problem. He couldn't open the chamber while he was still at school. He would have to wait for his diary to fall into the right, or wrong hands.
He would have to think of some other way to keep her out of his business. If she ever found out about him and his friends... Well, that would definitely put an end to his Headboyship. Head Boys did not practice dark arts with their friends, and Head Boys most certainly did not sneak out at night to go to the forest. If he were to be spending so much of his time with Caroline...he would have to devise a way to keep her conveniently in the dark about himself.
Instead of worrying himself over it, Tom directed his attention back to Chris who was describing in much detail an interlude with his latest girl the night before.
But out of the corner of his eye, Tom watched Caroline chattering with her friends. Yes. She would have to be dealt with.
* * *
it was bright out as Caroline made her way swiftly to green house 12 with Charles. It as the last class of the day with the Slytherins. "Did you get a load of the homework that new transfiguration teacher assigned. McGonnegal will be a very hard professor this term, thank God we only have her for a year." Caroline nodded as Charles rambled on about the lesson they had just come from.
When they got into the green house professor Sprout was waiting patiently for them by a rather large and dangerous looking plant they had not studied yet. "Hello class." She called above the din of chatter. The 7th years quickly quieted and allowed the professor to continue. "Now has anyone heard of the Venus fly trap?" most students raised there hands. "Good, Good. Well, this here is a cousin of that plant. It is called a Neptunian Hawk trap. As you can imagine, it is a great deal more dangerous than the Venus flytrap, and is capable of killing up to 3 people with a single snap." The students began to whisper and glance nervously about at each other.
Professor Sprout laughed. 'Don't you worry though, this hawk trap is kept well sedated and is well trained. All I want you to do today is tend to it. You will need to collect the flowers sprouting around the base and the saliva dripping from its mouth. We will learn about it next time, but Madame Pomfrey has been at me for a week to get her some saliva so she can mix up some potion or other. So why don't you just do that for a while. There are containers to catch the saliva over there by Ms. Black and over by Ms. MacSlaghten you will find clippers for the flowers. Now get to work class." With that, Professor Sprout took a seat by the window, pulled out a book and began to read, letting the students go about their business.
Caroline picked up a pair of silver clippers and made her way cautiously towards the giant plant. It gave a shudder, causing several frightened girls and boys alike to leap back with looks of horror on their faces.
Caroline fought the urge to run and stepped quickly forward to clip off a few flowers. The other students, seeing that she was still alive, followed suit. After about 30 minutes of clipping away, Caroline felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned swiftly, expecting to see Charles or another of her friends. It was, however, Tom who she saw standing impatiently behind her.
"What do Ye want Riddle?" she growled "Not attitude." Snapped Tom in an uncharacteristically curt tone. There was no smirk as he scowled and told her there first meeting would be that night after dinner in the prefects library.
"Don't ye think ye should ask me whether tonight is a good time fer me Mr. Riddle?" Tom smiled cruelly.
"No." he answered before turning his back and rejoining the Slytherins at the other side of the giant Hawk Trap.
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