A/N: PLEASE READ! Hello! Thank you bali-eyes and lostfeather1 for the nice reviews! I really appreciated it! :) I'm not really sure about this chapter though...It's not exactly how I had expected it to turn out but, oh well! I just hope you all enjoy it. I don't really think I did a fantastic job on it but, try not to be to vicious. XD I'm still trying to get a hang of this whole writing thing. Anyway, enough of my ramblings! Enjoy!

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Good Morning

Tom was so tired. So, very tired. He was up until four in the morning, finishing up all the other tasks he needed done. And he didn't even get to finish everything. After the knight's meeting he went straight to bed. He went straight to bed, but he didn't go straight to sleep, unfortunately.

He went to bed at two, but was up another two hours thinking about her. There was something wrong with the Sloane girl. He just knew it. The way she talked and the way she dressed was so odd.

"Yolo." He heard her say.

"What?" the Makori girl asked.

"Never mind, it's a muggle thing."

'What is Yolo?' he thought. Yes, she was an American. And Americans were rather barbaric, folks. They were beneath England. He honestly didn't understand why everyone dreamed of living in America. From what he'd heard about the country, it was a filthy, filthy place, filled with muggles and muggles galore. His face contorted into a sneer. 'Disgusting.'

But even so, he doubted that beggar's clothing was in style, and he highly doubted that sticking needles into your ears was the latest trend in America. 'Even Americans weren't that bizarre.'

And what girl wears trousers and has a mouth even worse than a seaman's? He has never heard of females wearing trousers…

"Good morning Tom!" Aphrodite Everett purred from behind him. It was supposed to be seductive, but it sounded like she had some sort of speech impediment to Tom. She wrapped her slim, creamy arms around him and pecked him on the cheek. Her long golden locks spilling down his shoulder.

Tom resisted the urge to wipe the lipstick stain off his cheek and shove her off of him. He had a reputation to keep. But he was having some extreme difficulty trying to resist that urge, the harlot had invited herself to take a seat on his lap; he felt like gagging. And he really wasn't in the mood for any of her choking endearments.

"Morning." He said charmingly. He purposely cut off the word 'good' because, what was so good about the morning?

"Did you know we have a new addition to our house?" she told him, scrunching up her gorgeous face in utter repugnance.

"Yes, I've had the pleasure to meet her acquaintance." Tom frowned at the mentioning of the American. She mystified him and he hated it.

"It's absolutely revolting. A mudblood! A mudblood in Slytherin!" Arisa Fujioka said haughtily in her nasally, priggish voice.

"She brings are ancestors to shame." chimed in Morticia Burke.

"She is so uncouth and unequivocally hideous! She has a mouth even dirtier than a pirate!" Aphrodite exclaimed.

"Who's so uncouth and unequivocally hideous?" Alphard Black asked, sliding into his usual seat in between Morticia Burke and Abraxas Malfoy. Tom lifted up his eyes to acknowledge the new arrival's presence and nodded.

Aphrodite whipped back a golden curl in a very dramatic motion and sneered, "Our new housemate. The American mudblood." She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the girl with short messy brown hair wearing trousers, happily chatting away with Makori and Fitz. The trio burst out laughing raucously, and Aphrodite screeched, "I hope you bloody die laughing!"

Alphard's stony eyes drank in the sight of the new girl. 'Hmph. Not bad. Looks more like a lion than a snake, though.'

"Oh, come now Everett. She isn't that hideous. You're just mad because she doesn't look half as bad as you without makeup on."

Tom smirked at the comment. Aphrodite's sliver eyes narrowed into slits.

"Damn bloodtraitor." She growled. "That's not true."

"Damn hypocrite." He mimicked. "You say her mouth is even dirtier than a pirate's, when your choice of word is probably just as uncouth as hers."

"Alphard! Don't defend the mudblood! Oh! You bring our family name to shame!" Walburga Black shrieked. Her stony eyes (that were identical to Alphard's) widened in horror.

"Just wait 'til my father hears about this." Abraxas sneered, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Sabrina.

"Does it look like I give a fuck, Wally? And actually Aphrodite, it is quite true. Don't you agree Malfoy?"

Alphard loved making them angry. It was like bull-fighting, just a little more dangerous (especially if they were both on their monthlies). Alphard bit his tongue to keep himself from laughing out loud. If he laughed, it would just ruin the whole effect he was going for.

Tom on the other hand, sat back and bit by bit removed Aphrodite off of his lap. When he was finally rid of her weight on him, he extended his long legs and perched them on the vacant seat opposite him. He scourgified the ghastly lipstick stain off of his pale cheek and tucked his hands behind his head and leaned back; deciding that he was to cool for their childish blabbering. An amused smirk made itself present on his handsome face, as he watched his fellow housemates banter back and forth. His previous irritation, somewhat forgotten.

"—Oh! You take that back! Take it back! That mudblood is not prettier than me and you know—"

"It only hurts because it's the truth, Everett. And by the way, I love the mustache. It's a nice look."

Aphrodite automatically raised a dainty hand to touch the space between her nose and upper lip. "I do not have a mustache! You-you vile, bloodtraitor—"

"Why is it that whenever I give you a genuine compliment on your mustache and unibrow, you lash out?"

Tom let the mindless bantering go on until it was time to departure to their morning classes. He was used to it by now and had trained his ears to block them out. Normally, he would snap at them and make them shut up, but his mind was too occupied to care. His dark sapphire gaze drifted towards the dark-haired girl sitting at the other end of the table. He couldn't help but wonder how on earth she knew he wasn't a pureblood. Nobody knew that, not even his 'friends'. How had she known? He had never told anybody that. It was not something he went around advertising to the world…

This girl raised a lot of questions in him and he didn't like that. He needed to make sure she wasn't going to be a threat to his plans. Tom stood up from his seat and retrieved his second-hand school bag. He left the Great Hall and made his way to potions, his mind swirling with a million different questions.

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