"Well, well, you actually showed up!" Ophira chirped. I glared at her. She chuckled. For some reason it sounded oddly familiar. She looked up and noticed that I stopped walking towards her. She smirked and walked towards me. A voice screamed for me to run and for once, so did the sinister voice, but I ignored them both. I refuse to run from this blonde Barbie.
The door slammed. I spun around to find no one there. Then I glanced around me. There was no one else but the two of us.
"Surely you remember me, Tom?" My attention focused on Ophira. Gone was the oh-so-adorableness. The only thing left was a dignified stance and piercing green eyes.
She raised her hand and was gripping and imaginary knife. Okay, so maybe not a knife but still, it could be because the next then she did was stab me in the throat with something.
"WHAT THE-" I stopped abruptly. My voice was back?
She sighed. "Even in this form, you're still the idiot you always were. Poor clueless Tom."
"Stop calling me 'Tom'!"
She glared at me and hissed, "I can take more than your voice!"
I felt cold sweat on my face. My pulse was racing wildly. She looked at my feet and slowly traveled up my form.
"Oddly enough, you were given this child."
What am I? Pregnant?
She laughed. "Ah! If only that were the case! 'The Dark Lord gives birth to new generation!' How ironic it would be!"
When her laughter died, she regarded me once more then walked passed me to the door.
"What happened to my lesson that you said you'd teach me?" I couldn't help but ask.
"There's no point in talking to someone who obviously forgot what he was here for."
I turned around and was about to yell something when Ophira silenced me with, "Isn't that right, Voldemort?"
She stepped out of the room. What the heck is with this chick? She keeps on calling me different names. Hmmph, must think that I'm someone else then. I shrugged and left the room.
After dinner…
"Apparently, she thinks that I'm some cross-dressing guy who's pregnant," I whisper to Rose. We went to our bedrooms early. I would've told Albus but he was too busy not talking to me.
She turned to me, her face colored with disbelief.
"Are you lying to me?"
"No, why?"
She looked at me hard. "Tell me every thing she said to you. Don't summarize nor leave anything out."
After I was done, Rose looked away and started to twist her hair around her finger.
There was a long silence. As I was about to go to sleep, she said, "'Voldemort' is the name of the supposed 'Dark Lord' who was killed by my uncle about thirty years ago."
She became silent again.
"Do you think that she's trying to insult me or something else?"
"No one dared to speak his name. They all called him 'You-Know-Who'. I really doubt that she's just trying to insult you." She paused then added, "I'll research this."
I groaned. "Rose, never mind, maybe it's nothing."
"Maybe it's something. We won't know unless we do a bit more research, now will we?"
"Research on what? Rose, I swear, if you don't leave this alone, I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to do with Scorpius tomorrow."
"But tomorrow's the Quidditch game against…"
"Exactly."
"What?! When did you- how- HUH?!"
"Goodnight Rose."
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