Avery walked onto the hallway. Those assholes had abandoned him in the classroom.
I hate everyone.
As so I.
"Avery! I have to speak with you about your marks!" A strange looking Professor ran up to them. He was short and tubby, "You -" Wheeze "- are at a risk of-" Hack hack cough, "Getting a Troll!"
A troll? Isn't that like... a failure?!
Well... yes...
HOW ARE YOUR MARKS SO LOW YOU ARE AN IDIOT WHY WHAT I CANNOT BE A FAILURE EVER IN MY LIFE!
Well-
SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME DEAL WITH THIS
Mattheus tucked a lock of loose hair behind his ear. He widened his eyes, "Professor? Please... I need your help... How can I get an O?"
The professor looked stunned. Mattheus never usually cared about his marks or asked for help, "Well... I'm not sure of an O, but I'm certain you can manage an A at the very least if you try. Here!"
Suddenly, the professor pulled out what appeared to be five large textbooks and a hundred pieces of empty parchment with an instruction sheet. Mattheus took with with a determined light in his eyes.
"Thank you professor... and when is all of this due?"
"In two days." The professor replied, walking away.
"Ooh shittt," Mattheus said, staring at the large amount of homework, "TO THE LIBRARY!" Mattheus sped off in a random direction.
The library is the other way you nitwit.
I knew that, I was just testing to make sure YOU knew where it was!
You're a liar. Then explain how I'm at the library now?
You asked that Prefect for help. I'm a Slytherin, you can't expect to be able to distract me enough to not notice my surroundings....
Mattheus managed to complete half of the huge pile that random Professor-
-Professor Ignuous
-that Professor Ignuous had handed him before it was time to head back to the dormitory. However, Kyane was the kind of girl that somehow always managed to complete all of her homework in one day, no matter how tedious. She checked out all the books she would need and stayed up until every last bit was done, much to Riddles annoyance, as she didn't turn off the lights until it was completed. She filled her head with nonsense and jargon for History, she studied books on strange plants she probably never imagined uses for before, and tried to memorize every harmful spell/useful charm she found.
Avery was speechless for a moment. Sadly, the impressed silence could not last. You managed to complete an entire half years amount of work in one day. For a filthy Muggle, you're incredibly intelligent.
Um, no actually. I've studied enough to know that teachers are lazy as hell and usually answer one question in the middle of asking another. Also, all I really had to do was scan these books to find key words that would give me the answer to the question. It's incredibly easy but I usually end up not understanding a thing. It's not very smart to do before exams but it's okay to do this if you have too much homework, Kyane thought very fast. I'm getting hungry. Where's the food?
Um, well...
Look if you don't find a way to get either the food to me or me to the food, you don't feed your body and we die of starvation.
Be glad that you're smart, filth.
If there was one good thing about Hogwarts, it was the food.
Mattheus wasn't used to it. Avery was, but Mattheus (who is Kyane in Avery's body, in the case of confusion) had lived a simple life without a colorful assortment of delicious, exotic dishes. Chicken legs lay in a pile on one dish, steaming and crispy brown. There were also more tender legs, barbecued legs, and carbonized legs. Spaghetti with meatballs and garlic-parmesan-tomato sauce were given their own space. There was steak-and-kidney pie, which Mattheus deemed interesting. She wasn't sure if she understood completely what Harry Potter himself loved about it, but shrugged. Teenage boys will eat anything.
It's just food, you hog, Avery probably would've rolled his eyes if he had a separate, controllable body. Mattheus ignored him, too, and went into a separate part of her mind. What exactly could Tom, who abused and harbored some intense dislike of Avery, have to say to him? Were they together on some plan, like Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, in pursuit of some glory? "Yes! Avery! I have discovered the newest design for our Dark Mark! Brand all our followers with it!" No. No. " Avery, I have wrestled the information on Horcruxes out of Slughorn. Now we can live forever after!" Hm-possibly. I am so stupid. I should have been keeping Tom from having that conversation with Slughorn! I can't afford to let things like that happen. No, no! Mattheus smacked himself. Avery was brooding about his reputation and how he hated Tom, Slughorn, Dumbledore, Hogwarts, and everything he could think of. Surprisingly he had not mentioned Muggleborns or the Ministry or global warming yet. Did he even know what global warming was?
"You look horrid," Abraxas told Avery, then went back to insulting the house elves who painstakingly made the perfectly cooked bouillabaisse. A few boys pretended to listen to him, nodding on and occasionally laughing.
What is your relationship with him, anyway?
Same as everyone else. We're best mates, but it's just for the show. He only mingles with me cause I'm a pureblood, but neither of us think much of the other. Just how pureblood families arrange pureblood marriages, they make sure the boys know who to associate with by inviting them in hopes they'll get along and make a pureblood bond.
You sound bitter. Don't you believe in the same principles?
I-Go away. There's a difference.
How did you meet him, then?
Not telling you. Fine, since you insist. Stop bothering me, woman
...I am willing to go kamikaze style and punch myself if you continue that way.
Fine! His dad and my dad invited each other over for dinners and brought us along. I also was told that I should find Abraxas' compartment on the train, and I sat there, so we were forced to pretend to like each other. Anyways, he's just annoying-but he's not as terrible as Riddle.
Roger that. Silly me, I forgot to ask. How about you and Riddle?
Avery thought that was enough and went back to hating everything. Mattheus sighed. He had gotten a bit of useless information. If he wanted to know what was between Tom and Avery, he had best find out himself. His memory of the Harry Potter books was flawed, but he could still recall some parts. Where had Tom gotten his Horcruxes? What of his powers? He knew these answers.
Now, what should he do with them?
Somebody accidentally bumped into Mattheus and ruined the dramatic moment. Kyane grumbled and balled her hands into fists to resist murdering them.
DAGNABBIT. CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SEE I'M HAVING A MONOLOGUE HERE?