A/n: Thanks for the reviews, my lovely readers! ^^ I got a new laptop from my bro and typing on it motivated me to write this. I didn't expect it to be this long I was originally going to post like 200 words and it ended up being a little over a 1000 x_X

I'm just going to assume everyone knows what "kawaii" means.
"Bijin"=a beautiful person (mostly used in reference to a woman)
"Sumimasen"=sorry;excuse me; or thank you

TOM

Sometime throughout this whole ordeal, I began to crave the white magic and scorn the dark magic. Honestly, the evil magic benefited me in no way and anything without purpose need not deserve my attention. It is most probable that this change in sides occurred when Kagome left me for who knows how long.

It wasn't so bad at first. The bed was rather comfortable. Once I lost the ability to feel the comfort, it was all downhill from there. I could only measure time by the aroma of meals that wafted up to me. After a few days of the teasing, that disappeared as well. Occasionally, I heard footsteps pass by but there was not much other activity.

Just when the sounds were about to cease altogether, a welcome breeze of white magic tickled my senses and I wasn't sure whether to be grateful for her return or furious that she left me behind in the first place. It wasn't much magic, but it was enough to let me hear her soft sigh and, some time after, light snores.

While I was recovering my senses, Kagome seemed to be attending lessons. It was odd that she didn't practice wizardry in class, but I guess that's just how the Japanese taught their young wizards and witches. Unfortunately, that meant I had a painstakingly slow recovery. The only benefit was that I got to eavesdrop on her English lessons regularly for a change.

While Kagome slept, or maybe she was just abnormally quiet (which I highly doubt), I took to remembering the old days. It was odd. While dormant for decades, I never really thought about the past. But with the renewal of some of my senses, I started wondering about the sounds and scents of my youth. Then the pictures formed in my mind. Half memories, half imaginings.

3rd PERSON POV

Kagome didn't often attend class, but when she did, no matter how stupid she felt or how tired her body was, she wanted to learn. So when she found out that today a guest teacher was occupying her English class, she was a little put off. Today was going to be a question and answer day. The students were supposed to practice their inferior English skills with a native speaker and learn about Western culture.

The guest speaker was an American woman in her mid twenties. She seemed to know only as much Japanese as the students knew English, but the children did not care. The woman was pretty so the girls fawned over her, shouting, "Kawaii!" and "Bijin!" The boys blushed and whispered to each other.

"Teacher! What boy do you like?"

"Like what kind of boys do I like?" The teacher gently corrected. "I like boys who are tall, dark, and handsome."

'Tall' and 'handsome' were easy enough to understand, but she had a hard time explaining what 'dark' was and why a lot of women liked guys who gave off a tall, dark, and handsome vibe.

Kagome didn't grasp the meaning at all until later.

She dreamed of a grand hall alit with weirdly floating candles. Four long wooden tables with benches furnished the room and dozens of children of various ages wearing sweaters or cloaks occupied each one. Kagome thought it odd that she recognized nobody, but like in most dreams, she soon accepted circumstances to be the norm. Her mind even conjured a generic uniform for her to sport and blend in.

"Sumimasen," she attempted to ask a boy who looked to be chasing a chocolate-colored frog but he ignored her.

"How rude…," she mumbled before deciding to explore on her own.

She walked up and down along the tables examining the plethora of food. From what she gathered, the children were assigned to a specific table depending on the color of their tie and animal emblem on their clothing. The young Asian woman peered over a girl's shoulder and saw her writing an essay in English with a bird feather. She scrunched her face in disdain at the unfamiliar words before looking around. Nobody seemed to be paying her attention and she was starting to get fidgety.

Feeling like an outsider in her own dream, Kagome sat down and listened in on a conversation between a couple students wearing gold striped red neckties. The accent was throwing her off but she thought she maybe got the gist of the conversation.

"Ugh! How did that Tom Riddle finish his potion so quickly?! Slytherin is now up fifty points. We're neck and neck!"

"I swear he cheated! Slughorn probably taught him the potion before hand. You know how Riddle's a teacher's pet."

"Look at that devil sitting there all smug. He should just do us all a favor and take private lessons so that we don't have to sit through lessons with him. Actually, all them Slytherins should just up and go to Durmstrang or somewhere else."

Kagome sighed as she only understood maybe a quarter of what was being said. Maybe even less. All she had gotten was that somebody named Tom wasn't very liked and that he possibly cheated at something. She switched her attention to some other student.

Two girls wearing bronze striped blue neckties walked by giggling, "I'm going to ask Riddle if he'll help me with my history of magic essay. He was the only one who got a perfect mark on the last one."

"Oh hush. You just fancy him and want an excuse to cozy on up to him in the library. You did perfectly fine on the last essay."

The two walked over to a different table where a group of guys favoring the color green half laughed, half snickered at whatever they were talking about. There seemed to a gathering around a central figure who was also the girls' object of interest. When he looked up at the two girls, he gave a devilish smile and the group chatted loudly. It seemed to bother the people at the table at which she sat herself.

"I don't know what girls see in Riddle. And now I got to go to transfiguration and have to see his ugly face there."

A few of the students got up to exit the room and she watched across the hall as the group of emerald tied young adults gathered their belongings also. The Riddle character got up and scanned her table with a smug expression. His dark eyes slid past her before his friend clapped him on the back and they both made their way to the exit.

As soon as they left, Kagome woke. Before her memory could dull her dream, a stray thought formed, 'So that's what 'tall, dark, and handsome' looks like.'