Revelations
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The day passed on uneventfully, much to Allie's pleasure. She found she had almost every class with tom, save Muggle Studies. At the end of the day she was lounged across the loveseat in the Slytherin common room reading a book of wizarding fairytales, completely amazed at the structure of them as opposed to muggle's. Her new friends on both sides, much like she had been the night before, surrounded her.
An argument broke out between Lillian and Abraxas. The younger sixth year girl was hopping up and down, trying to reach eye-to-eye with the seventh year boy.
"Muggles are beneath us, they are nothing but filth!" He spat at her.
"Says who, your dear old gramps? Times are changing Malfoy. Muggles are not below us they are just out matched, there is nothing dirty about them, and I think secretly, deep down even you know it!" Lillian made a good argument and even Abraxas saw it.
"Bullocks, you are no better you… d-dirty blood traitor! Neither you nor your muggles are fit to lick the dirt from my boots. Someone, Alastrina help me out!" Abraxas looked for someone to help him out, attempting to recruit Allie.
Allie, riled from her blissful peace, put her book down and turned to the two. "Maybe, a song would help, love. Music calms the beast in us, and perhaps you could listen to the words Braxy." She summoned her guitar, and placed a few charms on the instrument. She strummed a few times to test out her handy work. The sound that came out was… like music to her ears. The beat of an 808 thudded in her core, resonating throughout her soul. She began playing, and then stopped much to her audience's discontent. She ran up to her room mumbling to them she needed to change her clothes quickly. She came back down, her hair longer and almost as blonde as Abraxas's; her lips were bright blue. She was scantily clad in a 'Gaga-esque' outfit. She had a leather bustea with ruffled, padded shoulders, and was wearing tight bright blue leather pants. Her look was finished with an intricate blue lightning bolt tattooed on her face. Much to her friends' bewilderment she placed another charm aimed at her throat, and tested it out. She made her voice robotic, just like lady gaga's, and whenever she played her guitar the background of her next song played. She continued on, excited to be singing her next song. She jumped on the couch and began again.
It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'Cause you were born this way, baby
She was definitely getting into the song, setting her guitar down she charmed it to continue to play, as she mimicked Gaga's moves from her notoriously scandalous music videos. She sang directly to Abraxas, jumping onto the couch cushion next to him.
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's nothin wrong with lovin who you are"
She said, "'cause he made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say"
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way
Give yourself prudence
And love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth
I love my life I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah
I'm on the right track baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
Cholas or orient made
I'm on the right track baby
I was born to be brave
I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way, hey!
She finished, panting on her knees in front of the fire. Suddenly, a chorus of debate sprang out.
"That was bloody awesome!'"
"What the hell is she wearing?"
"Who the hell cares, it's hot!"
"I love that song, funny I've never heard anything like it before…"
The heated debate was silenced when a teacher's voice rang out. " Bravo, Miss Alastrina. Now, I promise not to report any of you for underage drinking if you let me borrow Miss Dumbledore for a spell." Professor Fenwick was casually leaning against the door frame, his charm was (As always) smoldering, and with a quick wink to Allie all of the fifth and sixth year's that had had a tumbler of firewhisky in their hands struggled to hide it, drink it all, or transfigure it into something that was not illegal.
Allie vanished her guitar, and started to walk out of the common room when, of all people, Tom protested. "It's after hours, only Prefects and Head Boy and Girl are allowed in the halls and seeing as she is neither, I can't allow you to take her." His voice dripped with venom.
Fenwick stepped forward. "Yes Mr. Riddle that's right. Ten points to Slytherin, but Miss Dumbledore's dad wishes me to catch her up on some potions work, since she'll be taking Advanced Potions this year."
This abated Tom apparently, because he turned and stormed up the stairs into the boy's dorm.
Allie walked out of the common room with the Professor, still in her outfit from the performance. When he saw she made no move to try to change out of her scandalous outfit he raised his eyebrows, but kept walking until they reached his office. Allie was pleased to note how easy conversation was with him, and even the silence between them in middle of topics was easy going, not awkward. He led her into his office and transfigured two chairs for them.
He picked up a stack of papers on his desk, shuffling through them. "I only had a couple questions… okay now what in the ruddy hell is a 'Casablanca?'"
She giggled. "Casablanca is a beautiful love story told in a movie. A movie works somewhat like a pensieve, but instead of seeing it and extracting your memories one person points a mechanical device at a scene and the device records it holding the images like one's mind holds memories. Then many people can see it at once."
He looked skeptical. "Well, I'll believe it when I see it. We're watching that 'Casablanca' movie tomorrow in class. I need your help, what is the norm during these picture shows? What do you do?"
Allie was overjoyed. "Professor, I am so excit-"
He cut her off, reaching out to grab her hand stopping her fluttery gestures of joy. "Please Allie, call me Henry. 'Professor' is your dad, your almost my age for Merlin's sake."
She smiled at his hand. "Sure Henry, it still feels weird though, anyway you're going to want to watch out. It'll be dark, the movie is romantic, and all your fan girls will be there." She sniggered.
He leaned closer to her, smirking. "I think I'll manage. Besides I'll have you to protect me, won't I?"
She was leaning closer to him, and as soon as she realized where she was she sat straight as a rod. "Yes, well…err…umm, you also need popcorn, and some cola and candies. Oh, and comfortable bean bags."
He immediately transfigured said furniture, turning to her with a cocky grin. "Bean bags: check. Now, what in name of Merlin's hairy arse is the rest of that stuff?"
She rolled her eyes. "Let's go down to the kitchen's to talk to the house elves." She made to walk out of the office when she bumped into him.
He growled. "Watch where you're going."
She was surprised at first, but soon stood on her tippy toes coming eye to chest with him. Yet, she still looked intimidating. "Make me, Fenwick."
He was about shoot out a stinging retort when he looked down to see she was shivering. They were well underground, and she was only wearing a tiny piece of leather. A tiny, tiny piece of leather, he thought. "You look cold, here take my cloak." She was about to protest when he stepped around her and wrapped her in his cloak washing her in the scent.
He laughed at her surprised look. "Go ahead and let all the other girls in your dorm smell it too, I know that's what you teenage girls do when you're in the dorms late at night, and there's a new, mysterious, hunky professor."
Cocky little bugger he is. "Yeah, I wouldn't flatter myself is I were you." She grumbled.
They stumbled through the darkness until they reached a massive portrait roughly sixteen feet high of a bounty of fruit. Peaches, apples, grapes, oranges, and an array of melons atop a beautiful dark cherry dining table loomed overhead, mocking all who dared pass.
Fenwick looked befuddled at the painting. "What do you reckon the password is, my love?" He said in an overly husky imitation of a British accent.
Allie stood back sizing up her opponent. "Let me see… if I remember correctly, the marauders get into the kitchens by…" She beamed. "Oh, it seems so obvious now. Stand back, pet!" She made a show of overly dramatically pondering the painting. She mulled this, observed that and after she was satiated in her breakthrough, she tickled a lone pear that had apparently rolled away from the cluster of fruit it belonged with. With a boisterous moan, the picture swung forward and the pair stepped into a flurry of activity. Tiny creatures scurried about, every elf had there designated job.
One stopped to question their intentions. "Can Tibby help misses?"
Allie was in love. In front of her stood a smaller than normal, male house elf and it was obvious this one was young and adolescent. She fell to her knees and enthusiastically replied. " You are adorable Tibby! Oh, I want one, I want you!" She pointed to Tibby, and he jumped obviously shocked at her proclamation. " Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you dear. Are you all right, love?" She was concerned at the sight of his tennis ball sized eyes filling with tears.
Tibby choked back a sob. "Misses said Tibby was adorable. Misses asked if Tibby was all right, misses! Tibby is honored"
She was bewildered that the elf was crying at her affection, but then remembered their nature. She embraced him, hugging him close to her. "Oh, of course I do Tibby, what's not to love?" At the mention of her love for him he cried louder. "But, Tibby mustn't cry. I forbid it. Now be a good boy...uhhh, elf and dry your eyes." She wiped off the tears that had fallen with the sleeve of Fenwick's cloak (To which she received a huff, and a glare), and smiled at him warmly. "Now I need a favor from you, a big one. This favor is one I wasn't going to trust with anybody, not even a human, but I met you and I trust you."
Tibby stood proudly. "Anything the misses wants, Tibby will do."
Allie beamed. She explained to him where he would find muggle cola, candy, and went into great detail on how to make popcorn. As soon as she was finished with her instructions, Tibby looked up at her with adoration. "Tibby will do everything the misses requested and it will be an honor. Is the misses hungry? What about the young master?"
Allie looked over Fenwick; she had forgot he was even there. He was staring at Allie deal with the House Elf with a look of amazement. Allie turned to Tibby. "You know Tibby, do you know where a girl could find some good sweets around here?"
Tibby bowed to them both, and with a smile and a 'pop' apparated away.
Allie stood up and walked over to Fenwick, who was leaning into the wall looking like he owned it. "Oh yeah? And what are you looking all smug for Mr. I'm-too-cool-to-help-I-think-I'll-just-lean-up-against-this-wall-like-I'm-a-sodding-wall-model?"
Fenwick sniggered. "Well you were doing a wonderful job, I didn't want to get in your way. By the way, there is absolutely no way I'm am going to put into my mouth any part of Mike or Ike. Who are those ruddy blokes anyway?"
Allie was going to correct his mistake, but was interrupted. "Allie, you know when we met this morning, and you introduced yourself? You almost called me something, McDr- something. What was that?" He asked.
Allie turned beet red, and mumbled. "Professor McDreamy is what I almost said. It's what I nicknamed you in my inner monologue."
The smirk on Fenwick's face was not to be concealed, when a loud crash stole both of theirs attention. In the doorway stood a messy Tom Riddle, covered in what she assumed was flour. She was instantly rolling on the floor. Between peals of laughter, she managed to choke out, "You…. y-y…a ha ha…you l-l-look like Scar-face!" She was clutching her sides, and after a few minutes she stood up, gasping for air. To her surprise, Tom hadn't moved or made any attempt to clean himself of the powdery mess that clung to him.
Fenwick's voice rang surprisingly firm. "Tom, what are you doing here so late?"
Tom opened his mouth with a look of malice in his eyes, when Allie intervened. "You know Henry, I forgot I asked Tom to meet me here so he could escort me back to our dorms. I knew it would be late, I'm sorry, I just didn't want to be the reason why the Muggle Studies teacher was walking around like a zombie on his first day." She offered a sheepish smile.
Fenwick deliberated. "Is this true Tom?"
Tom only responded with a tight, mechanical nod.
Fenwick eased up." Very well," He turned to Allie, his voice softening. "I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early and you can explain what a zombie is. Are you sure your going to be okay?" He asked Allie, but he was looking at Tom.
"I'll be fine Henry. I can take him anyway. With my wand hand tied behind my back." She winked.
Fenwick nodded, and walked past Tom on his way out staring at the younger boy firmly.
Allie walked over to Tom and reached out to touch his powdery face. She brought her fingers covered in the unknown white substance to her nose, inhaling deeply and then down to her mouth where she quickly darted her tongue out to taste it.
She considered the taste. "Hmmmmm, definitely flour. You'll live."
Tom scathing remark was quick to follow. "Yes well, thank you Professor Obvious. What was Fenwick doing here? Is that your idea of extra credit? What would dear old dad think, I wonder? "
Allie ignored his comment. "Curious..." Allie trailed off.
"What?" Tom spat.
"Oh-oh nothing. It is curious that I see you wand sticking out of your pocket." Allie whispered loudly.
"And why would you find that to be so curious?" Tom huffed.
"Oh no reason. It's just that… if I can see your wand, I wonder what you have stuck up your arse so far." Allie spoke the foul words with such innocence that tom chuckled. "You know Tom, I wish you would laugh more." Allie confessed.
Her comment ceased all laughter on his behalf. A loud 'pop' startled both of them, and with a shriek Allie was on her knees again. "I completely forgot all about you getting me sweets, you sweet elf! Tom, come here and meet Tibby."
When Allie brought the attention away from herself and to her companion, Tibby visibly recoiled. "Tibby is knowing young master Riddle already."
Allie knew to steer the conversation away, aware of the grief Tom had probably given the Elves in his earlier years. "Well Tibby thank you so much, you've been a great help to me. Master Fenwick will find you tomorrow so he can gather all the snacks."
Tibby handed Allie a covered dish. "Here is the sweets misses wanted. G'night misses. Young master Riddle. "He said with a bow.
As soon as Tibby left, Tom shuffled awkwardly. "Yes, well this night has been exciting, but I guess I'll return to the dorms now. Goodnight."
"Not so quick Tom, stay a while. I have this," She checked under the cloth that was draped over the dish Tibby had handed her," chocolate cake here, and let's get real I cannot eat this all by myself. It'll go straight to my thighs." She smiled invitingly.
He looked suspicious. "Why?" Was all he could ask.
Allie laughed. "Cause we're house mates, silly. We better get to know each other better if we're going to outsmart those sneaky Hufflepuffs'. Now get your tush over here and sit next to me." She patted the floor she was sitting on, propped up against one of the counters in the kitchen. She summoned two forks, and handed one to Tom. They ate cake, talked about anything, and Tom even rubbed flour all over her (And Professor Fenwick's cloak). She quickly cleaned him magically, much to his surprise and annoyance. When they found they had surprisingly finished off the entire cake, they decided it was about time to go back to the dorms since it was well into the wee hours of the morning.
As they were about to part ways up the stairs in the common room, she took Tom's hand and squeezed it. "I had a lot of fun tonight. We should sneak into the kitchens late at night more often, if you ask me." And with a smile, she quickly pecked Tom on the cheek. She looked into his cold, emotionless face searching for something, anything. Finding nothing, she squeezed his hand once more. With a slight bow of the head, he turned and glided up the stairs.
Well, this ones going to be a tough nut to crack, indeed, she thought
When he had almost reached the top of the stairway he turned back towards Allie, who was still watching him. He spoke very quietly. "And, thank you for saving my arse back their Alastrina."
Allie smiled, pleased to have found some human in him. "Please Tom, call me Allie. And, don't mention it, what else are friends for?" With a smile and a hop she trekked up the girls' stairs. She tried to not wake anyone as she felt around in the dark for her bed. Suddenly, three squealing girls ambushed her. They straddled her and the lights were turned on to reveal every girl was awake, watching the struggle.
Lillian was the one to speak. "Where did you and Professor Fenwick go- and are you wearing his cloak?" She grabbed at it, inhaling its aroma.
Allie struggled for air under the three girls' crushing weight. "I helped him with lesson plans, he needed some assistance with some concepts with muggle living and seeing as I was raised a muggle he thought I could help."
Adele was the one to speak up this time, and it was the first time I had heard her speak. "I know he fancies you though." She said looking down.
Allie was going to question her, but Lillian, Isabella and Padilla beat her. "WHY?" They all chorused.
Adele was hesitant, but spoke firmly. "Well, he and I grew up in the same village not too far from one another and I know for a fact that he was raised a muggle as well."
Deadly silence filled the room like a bad stench.
Somewhere in the boys' Slytherin dorms, a young man was just barely succumbing to sleep as the clock in the common rooms' struck 3 o'clock. He leaned into his pillow and touched his cheek, falling into a dreamless sleep with a whispered word on his lips.
"Friend."
YES! In my story, Tom isn't mean yet but hopefully it can be avoided. And he's starting to get feeeewwwwings(: So, another song this chapter. I wasn't going to do another song until later but I was struck with the creativity bug. Keep on, keeping on. Maybe I'll take song requests if you have them?
XOXO
-Ella Mentry