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He sat next to a guy that was sitting next to Mill's brother. Tom smiled at Mills as it was her turn with the hat, when a cold voice broke his concentration.
"Hey im Ekis but everybody whos knows wats good for um calls me Spike. So you a pure blood boy?" Asked the cokky voice of Mill's brother.
"Why should you care" Tom said with a major attitude.
"WOW man you need to work on your attitude!" Spike said, "I was only asking cause in this school you get beat the shyte outta ya if yous a mudblood. Halfys are alright I guess but if one messed up and consorted with a mudblood there as good as dirt too."
"WOW man" Said Tom copying the guys words sarcastically, "you should work on your personality...Im only saying cause in this world no one is really goin' to care what kinda blood you got. But I guess if they hang with you there as good as dirt as well!" By the time Tom had finished the whole Hall was deathly silent and he knew he had gone too far. All the Slytherins were giving him death glares staying quiet, as the rest of the school started to clap starting with the Griffindors.
"WOOOO HOOOOOO!!! YOU NOT TOO BAD FOR A SLYTHERIN BOY!!!" yelled someone in the crowd as another yelled "YOU TELL HIM HOW IT IS MAN!!!" Well he thought that went okay. Wrong, he thought suddenly just as a fist collided with the side of his face knocking him out.
Getting knocked out by Spike had landed him in the hospital wing right after (meaning he missed the rest of the sorting and the dinner) and had gotten Spike a few nights detention. Tom had found this out when he went back to the Slytherin common room with Milly, she had come to the H.W. with him, and told him all about it. She also warned him that none of the Slytherins would be too nice to him now that he publicly humiliated their 'leader'. He didn't care much at all to hear this since he had been hated and made fun of all the time at the orphanage. He was used to having no friends so he was very happy indeed to have Milly and the rest of the school happy with him. When they had gotten back to the common room there was no one in it except a guy their age half asleep in a chair by an empty put out fire. He jumped awake as he heard them coming his way. He stood up and blocked their way to the dormitories.
The boy had a long ponytail full of mid-back length, yellow-white blond hair, and light blue eyes. He was taller than both of them and a little thicker in size.
"Hey", the boy started in a menacing voice, "I just wanted to catch you before you went to bed, I agree with you, that guy seems like a real a$$! That was really cool what you did(looking at Tom now), oh! By the way I'm Nick, Nick Jenson." Sticking out his hand giving them a big toothed smile, hurriedly. They were startled and Milly was the first to recover and speaking in a motherly manner said; "Well now Nick Jenson, I'm Milianon Snape, call me Millz or something besides Milianon, (stressing the name) and this is Tom Riddle." They all shook hands and Tom said hi. The rest of the night they hung out in the common room about what Mill's brother would do to get him back. But it was even fun to think of things he could do back when he had to friends there with him ready to stand up for him.
Tom was definitely the first up at 4:30. He woke up Nick and they both quietly and carefully got dressed then made there way down stairs. Tom was about to go up the girls dorms to get Milly but she was already in the common room reading a book. They went down to breakfast now, it was five. When they entered the great hall they expected it to be quiet and empty but a fair amount of people were up and eating. They all turned and clapped and cheered when Tom entered, "Special," He muttered darkly.
"Oh its not that bad," Started Nick, "They could ALL hate your guts," He said in a cheery voice.
Due to a good amount of luck they managed to keep away from most the slytherins and Spike all morning. First class they had was Potions in the dungeons, and Milly seemed very keen on skipping it for the year.
"WHY would you want to skip potions?" Tom asked her.
"I heard the teacher is a bit of a whack job." Stated Nick.
"Well," Millz started airily, "lets just say I know the proff. And he is just like my brother."
They walked in to the room and took seats in the back of the class, while all the other Slytherins rushed to the front rows. They had classes with the Gryffindors (who sat near them in the back of the class). Once everyone was seated the doors opened again and in came the proff.