A play about Lily Evans

Scene 3 Lessons in the Dark Arts

Shay approaches Tom Riddle standing at the edge of the forbidden forest. No one else is around

SOC: Tom Riddle?

TR: (turns around suddenly) And you are?

SOC: Shay O'Connor, sixth year.

TR: (distaste) Gryffindor, aren't you?

SOC: Yes. TR: What do you want with me then?

SOC: A little help.

TR: From me? With what?

SOC: Dark Arts.

TR: I'm sorry, I don't do that silly defense trash.

SOC: That's not what I want.

TR: What do you want to learn?

SOC: Everything.

TR: Everything? That's an awfully big subject.

SOC: We could start with some easy stuff, and work our way up.

TR: To what?

SOC: The Unforgivable Curses.

TR: (slightly unnerved) What makes you think I know them?

SOC: Don't tease me like that, I know you know them. If you don't want to teach me maybe I should ask Lucius Malfoy for a little help. He could teach me more than the Dark Arts, I'm sure. (saucy) Well, If you're not interested...(begins to walk away)

TR: No, wait! I could teach you a little I guess. But you'd have to keep it quiet, can't let any goody goodies know about it.

SOC: Of course. When do we start?

TR: I'll meet you Tuesday at eight.

SOC: Where? We can't use the common areas for this sort of thing.

TR: Room of Requirement.And don't try to kid me into believing you don't know where it is.

SOC: Alright then, Tuesday.

Shay returns to the castle and Riddle continues his walk along the edge of the forest

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