Chapter Four: The Dark Lord
I reached the Great Hall as the students were sitting down. I hurried over to the Slytherin table and sat at the end. Hoping nobody noticed me, I stared into space.
"Merlin I hate her! Why did you have to go and become a Prefect- Hello! Do I know you?" "I'm a transfer student. My names Ella. Ella Lafarge. You?" The girl introduced herself. " I'm Terry Malone," The boy next to her sat down. " And I'm her brother Dirk Malone." I stiffled a laugh at his name. Sounded like something Muggles would name a kid.
"Now, I would like to introduce a new student who has transferred here from a Small Town in France. I welcome Ella Lafarge." I stood up and waved before sitting back down. "The feast may begin!" Food appeared everywhere on the tables. I pretended to gasp at all the food. Got to put on an act right?
"Way more food than Beaxbaunts. Way, way more!" "You went to Beauxbaunts? Where's the accent?" I put up my fingers.
"One, I wasn't born there. Two, I only spent a year and a half there. Three, Do you want an accent? Cause I can do an accent. Besides, who the heck told you to butt into our conversation?" The girl turned red in annoyance and stomped away. Literally. I leaned in across the table towards Terry.
"Who was that?" "Olive Hornby. Pain in the arse, more trouble than she's worth. She was supposed to be Head Girl along with Ridd- sorry Tom Riddle, so she was helping lead the Prefect meetings on the Train, that's what Dirk and I were talking about when he came in. Dirk's a year younger, anyone under Hornby doesn't complain about her, at least to her face of course." She snorted and a bunch of guys looked at her. She snapped her head in their direction.
"Oi! What the bloody Hell are you staring at?" She yelled, before continuing poke at her food. Dirk elbowed her in the gut. "What!" "I just wanted to know if you were going to eat your Pudding! Merlin sister!" "Don't start children. Momma is here." Declared a random girl who sat down beside me.
"Hi! I'm Daphne, I'm from Greece. I'm their cousin!" She said jabbing her thumb in their general direction. Then she whispered, "Obviously the mature side of the family." I giggled looking between her and the arguing siblings. She had wavy black hair and hazel eyes, her skin as light as the moon on a cloudy night. That's when I saw him.
Tom Riddle. Lord Voldemort. Whatever floats your boat. After stuffing my face with custard, I walked back down to the dormitory close behind Tom Riddle. I was going to be watching his every move. Around 10:00, everyone had headed to bed. That's when I walked towards Riddle and put my hand out in front of his.
"Hello! My name's Ella and you are?" He extended his hand towards mine. "Tom Riddle. Where were you from again?" "My family moved to France so I could get a proper education a year and a half ago. I spent a year there. Then my Dad died and we moved to London cause we couldn't pay for the house and tuition for Beaxbaunts. So yay, I'm here!" I said with sarcastic excitement and blocked my mind. HA! Riddle isn't getting into this Genius's mind! "Goodnight Tom." "Goodnight Ella. Hope you enjoy Hogwarts." "Thanks Tom!" I exclaimed. I really need to work this out. I mean what was I supposed to do against one of the smartest men alive? I'm really starting to regret this more than ever.
So how was it? Took me a couple of days. But hey, I've got it up yay! Review please!