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Curiousity and wariness exist in every human, especially in someone with bad experiences. Questioning something is basically second nature. Human emotions are always complicated and I fully agree with this matter. That's what makes humans unique anyway. Difference in personality, behavior, the way of thinking and many other nuances. In my opinion, Tom Marvolo Riddle is the most complicated kid I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Young, yet so old…
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°• MORTE VIII•°
"I haven't introduced myself." I spoke suddenly, his gaze slowly turned to me. "My name is Sephira Morte." I offered my hand to him.
He watched it warily, but slowly grasped and shook my hand, "Tom Riddle, pleasure to meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too." I smiled at him before my eyes turned to our hands and back to him again. "But, that's actually not the way you greeted a lady here." He looks at me with a puzzled expression and then seemed like he was about to retort that I was not a lady, but he kept that to himself.
"How so?"
"Purebloods tradition." Realizing that he had no clue about that, I leaned in closer to him, "Want me to teach you?"
His eyes sharpened, "What's the catch?"
"There's no catch."
"There's always a catch." He said warily.
"Alright, I'll offer it in change of friendship. How's that?" He snorted and at that I bit my tongue in attempt to stop squealing also tightening my occlumency shields.
"I don't do friends." He stated.
"Alright. How about ally?"
"That could work." He nodded.
I inwardly smiled before beginning to describe the workings of the Britain Magical Community – the differences between Purebloods, Half-bloods and Muggleborn – and its' customs. He listened while I explained it patiently. What a good student – I can see why in the future all of the professors viewed him in good regards –excluding our Headmaster, of course. It's rare to see a kid without pureblood education behaving like him.
He is truly a gifted person.
After my explanation ended I studied him, waiting for the information to sink in.
His brow furrowed, "They are prejudiced against the muggleborn."
Realizing where his statement was leading to, I nodded. "Yes, many of the purebloods are, but not all of them."
His jaw clenched in anger. I don't know what had happened, but it seemed as though he already realized that many of our slytherins' housemates saw him as a disgrace. He then look at me, "And you?"
I shook my head, "I don't care about blood purity. It doesn't matter to me at all."
"And why is that though?" his anger slowly slipped away turning into burning curiosity once he heard my answer.
"Because, it's just ridiculous." He rose an eyebrow at my statement, "Blood is simply blood. It doesn't help you in life, but your abilities… your magic does…" He hmph-ed neutrally but his eyes showed me that he was in agreement with me.
Well, for now at least.
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°• My Another Life •°
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"Where have you been?"
I looked up to find Jennova hovering in front of me with her hands on her hips.
"I was in the Library. Is there a problem?" Jennova sighed.
"It's just the first day and you're already spending most of your free time in the library?" she said with tint of disbelief in her voice.
"We wanted to invite you to explore the Castle with us." Bless Eirene for her explanation.
"Aside from that, I almost thought you were misplaced by the Hat." Aurora commented.
"Come on, we should do that latter. After dinner at least." Eirene was already standing outside gesturing animatedly to us to hurry up.
We walked alongside each other as we spoke. Mostly, they did all the talking about their day and I did the listening. When I caught Tom Riddle's eyes in the Great Hall I nodded discreetly. I thought it best not to let the others know about my encounter with him for the moment, but if he'd ever need me I would give him my aid. Well, I know he won't need it anyways, but who knows what the future holds.
'Even the members of the House of Death cannot avoid death.'
Oh, the irony when I remembered what my father told me before. 'Living a long life and never aging are equated to immortality. But, to have Eternal Immortality… that's not for us to give, nor for us to receive.'
'We're still mortal, but in a different measure.'
I shook my head internally. Sometimes my thoughts wandered away much too far.
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°• My Another Life •°
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I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Morte... Mortem... Mort... What did I do to deserve being given a chance like this? As far as I remembered, I had always been anything but special. I had lived as a normal person and had never done something that would have made me deserving of a second chance. Or maybe they just decided to choose randomly? If they had tried to consider my knowledge, surely there had been many other candidates that had the same knowledge as me.
'Harry Potter' is quite renowned after all.
All this thinking aside, even I didn't know what the real deal is, but if I decided to do what I have to do, then I would do it right. I didn't care if I had to do anything necessary to gain my freedom. My life. And I didn't care if I was thinking like an actual bitch right now or if I seemed like an egotistical, self-centered woman. All I wanted was to live, and would do anything for life, for survival, to be able to endure and to live in this beautiful, cruel world even if it were the last thing I did.
Because, I didn't want to regret anything.
This was my second chance after all.
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°• My Another Life •°
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Sitting on my bed, I wondered if today was a full moon. The view would really look great out through the Gryffindor tower and they could see it well through their dorm's windows too. The dungeon instead felt cold and chilly even with the heating charm on my bed. Or maybe it was just the gloomy atmosphere?
Looking at the others, I took notice that they were all sound asleep. Silently casting tempus in my mind with the wave of my hand, the numbers glowed notifying me it was past midnight. I couldn't fall asleep and was thinking about bringing my Mikiphone* but soon banished that thought once I remembered that any electronic devices would be useless in a magical environment such as Hogwarts.
Pondering what to do to pass the time, my mind wandered back to the conversation I held with the future Dark Lord just that afternoon.
"Why did you do that?" his voice lingered in my ears as he looked at me with his dark eyes.
I tilted my head a little, "You should be more specific with your questions."
"Our earlier conversation. I hardly believe you need an ally as you are a pureblood and already have a standing in our house."
"Well, then, this is what you failed to see, because your statement is... incorrect."
His eyebrow twitched, "Please, enlighten me then?"
I smiled at him, "My house – The House of Morte – we have not associated much with The British Magical Community. Therefore, we have no standing in it and so I suppose our housemates just tolerate me because of my blood.
But, I don't know for sure, since it's just the first day, right?"
"I suppose.
But, it still does not occur to me why you would ever make such an offer of alliance to me personally."
I merely leaned back and smiled at him.
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*The Mikiphone was a portable record player manufactured by a Swiss company in 1924.
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