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I was secretly glad that Hermione hadn't found out if Alice was Voldemort's relative. As far as we knew, Tom Riddle had no uncles, aunts, or siblings, which ruled out the possibility that she was his niece, cousin or sister. That left only one option: she was his daughter. But even that was stupid. Who could her mother be? So we all decided that it was just coincidence that Alice had Voldemort's last name, and Alice became Hermione's new best friend. This, of course, meant that Alice hung around Ron and me too.
However, Malfoy was quick to notice our new friend. And Alice noticed him, but only because his arm was still in a sling a week after Buckbeak's attack.
"What's wrong with his arm?" Alice asked after out first Potions lesson, where Malfoy had been even more pompous and arrogant than ever (if that was possible).
"Nothing," said Ron stiffly, "He's just pretending it still hurts."
"But what made it get like that in the first place?" she pressed.
Malfoy overheard her, "I was attacked by a mad hippogriff."
Alice's expression changed from worry to pity. She was about to say something when I cut in.
"You provoked Buckbeak," I said, "Even after Hagrid told us not to. You wanted to get Hagrid fired."
"Have you seen your friend lately?" Draco sneered, "Bet he's blubbering around his shack like a ninny."
Alice suddenly didn't look at all worried about Malfoy's arm. "Hagrid doesn't blubber," She said coldly, "And he's smart enough to know you don't provoke a hippogriff if you don't want to die. You're lucky you got off as well as you did. I've seen people who've been in really bad hippogriff attacks, and they aren't pretty."
She stalked off, not even waiting for his response.
"Wow, Alice. You really told him off," said Ron.
"There was a boy like him at the orphanage I used to live in," said Alice, "He was always strutting about like he was so high and mighty, ordering the younger kids about and sucking up to the orphanage director. He tried to push me out of his way one time. I was so angry that instead of me moving, he went flying into a wall. It was quite funny."
"Wish I could push Malfoy into a wall," Ron growled.
Alice flashed him one of her special smiles that made my stomach do a cartwheel.
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"It's disgusting! She's like a Granger clone," Draco raged in our common room as he paced.
"I know, Draco," I said lazily and turned the page in my book.
"Where does she get off talking to me like that." He impersonated her high, girly voice, "'You're lucky you got off as well as you did. You don't provoke a hippogriff unless you want to die.'"
"Well, you don't," I pointed out.
Draco turned to me, "Desamay, you know what I wanted. Don't defend them!"
I set my book down, "Look. I don't see what you're so mad about. Granger preaches at you all the time. So I don't see what's bothering you about this girl doing it too."
"It's not that she preached at me."
"Oh really," I raised my eyebrows.
"Father told me to befriend Alice Riddle, a transfer student from Romania."
I stared at my cousin, "Why?"
Draco looked at me as if it were obvious, "Because the Dark Lord told him to tell me."
"You mean you have to make friends with a Gryffindor?" I asked skeptically.
"The Dark Lord didn't know Riddle was going to be put into Gryffindor. I'm pretty sure he thought she would be sorted into Slytherin."
I was still unsure, "But, why?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Isn't it obvious? Riddle is-,"
But exactly what she was I didn't find out. Pansy came storming in at that precise moment, clearly upset. Draco quickly put on his grave grimace. Pansy forgot all her troubles at once and went over to check on him.
"Oh Draco, doesn't your arm still hurt?"
Draco winced a little when she touched it, "Yah, but it should be better in a week or two."
I rolled my eyes and decided to leave the common room. Even though Pansy was my best friend, she did over-do doting on my cousin. And the fact that Draco let her just made me sick.
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I was secretly glad that Hermione hadn't found out if Alice was Voldemort's relative. As far as we knew, Tom Riddle had no uncles, aunts, or siblings, which ruled out the possibility that she was his niece, cousin or sister. That left only one option: she was his daughter. But even that was stupid. Who could her mother be? So we all decided that it was just coincidence that Alice had Voldemort's last name, and Alice became Hermione's new best friend. This, of course, meant that Alice hung around Ron and me too.
However, Malfoy was quick to notice our new friend. And Alice noticed him, but only because his arm was still in a sling a week after Buckbeak's attack.
"What's wrong with his arm?" Alice asked after out first Potions lesson, where Malfoy had been even more pompous and arrogant than ever (if that was possible).
"Nothing," said Ron stiffly, "He's just pretending it still hurts."
"But what made it get like that in the first place?" she pressed.
Malfoy overheard her, "I was attacked by a mad hippogriff."
Alice's expression changed from worry to pity. She was about to say something when I cut in.
"You provoked Buckbeak," I said, "Even after Hagrid told us not to. You wanted to get Hagrid fired."
"Have you seen your friend lately?" Draco sneered, "Bet he's blubbering around his shack like a ninny."
Alice suddenly didn't look at all worried about Malfoy's arm. "Hagrid doesn't blubber," She said coldly, "And he's smart enough to know you don't provoke a hippogriff if you don't want to die. You're lucky you got off as well as you did. I've seen people who've been in really bad hippogriff attacks, and they aren't pretty."
She stalked off, not even waiting for his response.
"Wow, Alice. You really told him off," said Ron.
"There was a boy like him at the orphanage I used to live in," said Alice, "He was always strutting about like he was so high and mighty, ordering the younger kids about and sucking up to the orphanage director. He tried to push me out of his way one time. I was so angry that instead of me moving, he went flying into a wall. It was quite funny."
"Wish I could push Malfoy into a wall," Ron growled.
Alice flashed him one of her special smiles that made my stomach do a cartwheel.
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"It's disgusting! She's like a Granger clone," Draco raged in our common room as he paced.
"I know, Draco," I said lazily and turned the page in my book.
"Where does she get off talking to me like that." He impersonated her high, girly voice, "'You're lucky you got off as well as you did. You don't provoke a hippogriff unless you want to die.'"
"Well, you don't," I pointed out.
Draco turned to me, "Desamay, you know what I wanted. Don't defend them!"
I set my book down, "Look. I don't see what you're so mad about. Granger preaches at you all the time. So I don't see what's bothering you about this girl doing it too."
"It's not that she preached at me."
"Oh really," I raised my eyebrows.
"Father told me to befriend Alice Riddle, a transfer student from Romania."
I stared at my cousin, "Why?"
Draco looked at me as if it were obvious, "Because the Dark Lord told him to tell me."
"You mean you have to make friends with a Gryffindor?" I asked skeptically.
"The Dark Lord didn't know Riddle was going to be put into Gryffindor. I'm pretty sure he thought she would be sorted into Slytherin."
I was still unsure, "But, why?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Isn't it obvious? Riddle is-,"
But exactly what she was I didn't find out. Pansy came storming in at that precise moment, clearly upset. Draco quickly put on his grave grimace. Pansy forgot all her troubles at once and went over to check on him.
"Oh Draco, doesn't your arm still hurt?"
Draco winced a little when she touched it, "Yah, but it should be better in a week or two."
I rolled my eyes and decided to leave the common room. Even though Pansy was my best friend, she did over-do doting on my cousin. And the fact that Draco let her just made me sick.
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