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The Dispose-Of-Waste-By-Way-Of-Basilisk List
Tom stood outside the thick oak doors waiting for the old kook to dismiss him. It has been nearly half an hour and he still hadn't come out. He was really considering just walking back to his dormitory and going to sleep. But no. He couldn't do that. He still had to plan the blasted Halloween ball. He still had to finish his blasted potions essay. He still had a blasted knights meeting to conduct. And he still had to wait for the blasted old man to dismiss him for the sake of his perfect reputation; even if it was just Dumbledore. All he wanted was to take a damn nap, was that too much to ask for? Apparently it is too much to ask for, because all of a sudden that bloody barbaric girl popped up out of nowhere right when he was about to go and take a few hours of sleep.
He shifted back and forth impatiently. Oh, how he hated waiting for anything. And then at long last the wooden doors swung open.
"Ah, good. I was beginning to think you had run off already."
'And I so would have' he resisted the urge to roll his eyes at him.
"Say hello to your new housemate! I'd appreciate it if you would escort Ms. Sloane back to your common room." Dumbledore said.
Tom nodded and looked a Sabrina disgustedly. He really didn't like her already. Sabrina appeared beside Dumbledore, still clad in the ridiculous attire
"Thank you for everything Professor D." she said happily.
'Professor D? Since when had they become so chummy?'
Dumbledore smiled at her, clearly fond of the new student. "It is my pleasure Ms. Sloane. Now off you two go. You have classes tomorrow."
The girl who called herself Sabrina and the old fool exchanged fond farewells and then Tom took hold of her arm and began leading her to the common room.
Sabrina yanked her arm away from him. They walked in complete silence for a few minutes, neither acknowledging the other's presence. Tom sighed. He must maintain his reputation.
"Look, we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I'm Tom Riddle, Headboy." He said proudly and a tad bit uneasily. He held out his hand for her to shake.
Sabrina raised a dark eyebrow at him. A dubious expression on her face. She tucked her messy tresses behind her ears revealing multiple pieces of metal embedded into her skin.
He felt like wrinkling his nose in utter repugnance, but repressed the urge to do so. 'She looks like a bloody pirate with all those piercings and those hideously baggy clothes.'
"I'm Sabrina Sloane, mudblood." She said, cheekily. She accepted his hand with a firm grip and they shook.
He looked at her taken aback by her frankness. He mirrored her expression and raised an inky brow, a small smirk twisting onto his face.
"Is that how you are going to introduce yourself to your dorm mates? 'Sabrina Sloane, mudblood.' They'll eat you alive."
"I can't bring myself to care." She replied dryly.
Before he knew what he was doing, an onslaught of curious questions rolled off his tongue; "Where are you from anyway? And again what the hell are you wearing? And what was it that you and Dumbledore talked about that required me to leave the room? And—"
"Do you want my number too? Or perhaps my parents' permission? Because, sorry to disappoint you but, they wouldn't be able to give it."
Tom stared at her taken aback (yet again) by her cheeky nature. His dark eyes narrowed into slits. This strange girl was really grating his nerves.
"No thank you, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not interested." He spat back.
"Oh pity. And to answer your questions, I'm from America; just in case you haven't noticed. And I happen to be wearing clothing, you know? Pieces of fabric that cover your private parts and as for the last one; I don't think I'll tell you." she shot at him.
"And why not?"
"Because it's none of your business. I'll only tell a person if they're my mate."
"Ok, then. Let's be mates." And right after the words tumbled out of his mouth, he then realized what he had just said.
"No thank you, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not interested." She mimicked. He let out a discreet sigh of relief. The rest of their journey was filled with an air of uttermost abhorrence for each other. Neither of them spoke again until they reached the gloomy dungeons and the morbid bust of Salazar Slytherin.
"Pureblood." He said to the bust of Salazar, smirking. The bust nodded in confirmation and let them inside.
"What was that?" Sabrina asked.
"Pureblood. The password."
"Typical. "she snorted. "How fitting."
"Indeed. "The unpleasant smug smirk still plastered onto his face.
"You're one to talk. "He heard her mutter.
"What was that?"
"You're not a pureblood, are you?"
Riddle stared at her. Sabrina swore that she saw his eyes flash red for a moment, but then she blinked and the flash was gone. His eyes were narrowed into tiny slits…it was all so familiar. She seemed to hit a sensitive chord because it took him a long time to answer.
Voldemort.
"No. I'm not. How do you know?" he asked her. He didn't even know this girl and yet she was making correct assumptions. He ought to work on his Occlumency. But he didn't even feel her enter his mind… She could hear disgust and flecks of shame coating his words.
"Please, Riddle is hardly a pureblood name."
Sabrina shivered in slight discomfort. The Slytherin common room made her sick. It was so cold and damp and dark and—ugh!—green. She wanted to hurl. She missed her warm, homely Gryffindor common room. She missed it so much! But she doubted that, that was the reason why she suddenly felt colder.
He nodded slowly. "Your dorm is on that staircase."
"What, sorry?" she turned to face him, clearing her thoughts of her old home.
"Are you deaf? I said your dorm is on that staircase."
Sabrina glared at him, though he probably couldn't even see it in the dying light of the fire.
"Well, I take that sorry back you twat." she could feel his irritation rolling off of him in waves.
She began ascending the stairs he had pointed to and was about to open the door when; "Aren't you going to say thank you? Don't Americans practice manners? Because here in England, savages aren't accepted into society. Especially, mudblood savages."
A smug smirk was plastered onto his handsome face, much to her irritation. She barely knew the guy and he was already pissing her off. Oh, how she so wanted to rip that smirk off his pretty little face. And then after she would do that, she would feed him to her pet cat, one slab of meat at a time.
"Thanks for nothing, sir Thomas. But I'm afraid I must retire for the night, for I have better and more important things to do, than speak with peasants such as yourself. Good day!" she called back, mocking his accent.
The smirk was quickly replaced by a glare, he barely knew this strange girl and yet she was aggravating him to a whole new level of aggravation. She was even more annoying than Myrtle Olivere. This mudblood was definitely going on his kill—dispose-of-waste-by-way-of-basilisk list.
"It's nighttime, princess."
"I don't care. Goodnight!"
And with that Sabrina disappeared behind the oak door of the girls' dormitories. Tom sighed and massaged his head and began stalking back to his own room. He could feel the beginning of a massive headache forming…
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