Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments): Assignment 11
Health and Fitness: Yoga
Task 8 - Wild Thing Pose: Write about someone rebellious
Word Count: 554
Genre: General (because I don't really know)
Rating: T
Warning: anti-muggle prejudice
Rebelling
Merope told herself that she couldn't run away.
After all, her mother had died when Merope had been a baby, and she'd been left with only her brother and her father as family. She couldn't run away.
Though sometimes, she wished that she could. Wished that she could escape the reality that she couldn't ever leave.
When she started to crush on Tom Riddle, she'd wondered what running away would really be like if she was by his side.
Muggles are filth! Merope's father had told her many times before. She'd never seen any reason to contradict Marvolo Gaunt, until she first saw Tom Riddle.
Merope glanced out of the window discreetly. Her father and brother were busy talking, but she had long since mastered tuning them out.
Merope retrieved a pot, just so her family wouldn't get suspicious, and looked out of the window again. Her heart gave a jolt.
Tom Riddle rode towards the Gaunt cottage on his horse, looking as fine as ever, his black hair shining in the sunlight. Beside him - Merope felt hatred climbing up her body - a beautiful girl sat on her own horse, holding his hand and talking animatedly. The girl was way more beautiful than Merope was, and Merope knew that Tom Riddle would choose that girl over Merope any day.
She clenched her teeth so hard that it was a wonder none of them broke. She would be the object of Tom Riddle's affections, Merope vowed to herself. She wouldn't let an upstart, filthy Muggle girl gain a place that was obviously Merope's. Merope was a witch, after all.
She didn't care that Tom Riddle was a Muggle. Merope believed that Muggles were below witches and wizards, but she wasn't completely anti-Muggle like the rest of her family.
Her family was a problem, a very unpleasant and difficult problem, but Merope would get to them later.
Merope watched as her brother and father were carried away. For some reason, she didn't feel any pain or sorrow - just relief. Perhaps it was because she finally - finally had the chance to woo Tom Riddle, without her family hanging around. They had always prevented her from doing it, with their anti-Muggle attitudes. One problem solved.
Merope wondered how she would woo Tom Riddle. She didn't want to use magic on Riddle - no, not now. Perhaps later.
Merope smiled to herself, and went out to the front of the cottage. There she waited for what seemed like forever.
Finally, finally, he came riding on his horse. He looked as handsome as ever, and Merope nearly sighed as she looked at him. But the same girl from before was again beside him. When she saw Merope, the girl sneered and said something to the man who should have been Merope's.
"Yes, this is a Gaunt," Tom Riddle was saying. "They're inbred, real nasty. Hell of a temper too. Don't go near her, Cecilia, darling."
Darling. Merope's heart stopped working.
This was a problem. Merope didn't particularly want to do anything to the Muggle girl, but she absolutely had to get Tom Riddle.
A spell would work. But Merope had never been good at that branch of magic. A potion, perhaps?
Yes! A love potion! Merope felt like jumping up and down in joy.
Tom Riddle would be hers soon enough.