A note for anyone reading this: This fic is abandoned (in the final chapter, which will be posted in a few days, there is an explanation). I am posting all the rest here so that anyone who followed/loved this fic can know what happened- I am still posting on ao3, but I'm leaning away from HP. my user on ao3 is boookfairy. Thank you guys so much for all the support I have received, and I really hope that everyone is doing well.
The four children in the final compartment made themselves comfortable. After learning of Tom's dreams of becoming a slytherin, the slight coldness they held fell away. The chill in the compartment never truly dissipated, although it did get considerably warmer once Tom had spoken with the three sixth years for a little bit.
Although at the beginning of the train ride, there was lots of catching up and getting to know the people, the compartment soon became tranquil. Tom was thankful, as he was sure he would need to magic their mouths shut. He was not a fan of loud.
Unfortunately, loud tried to find him constantly. First it was Hera, then it was that loud blond boy who cared too much about blood status. The blond irritation pushed open the door to the compartment and proactively launched himself at Cygnus,
"It's been so long since I've seen you! I missed you so much cousin, how have you been?" The short blond boy turned towards the female Rosier, "And Dru, how have you been? You moved in with Cygnus recently didn't you?" Malfoy's voice was getting progressively louder and more irritating as he went on. Tom, in an attempt to lower the volume in the compartment, flared his magic once more. He really pushed it, and the temperature dropped noticeably. Abraxas turned, his excitement only raising as he noticed Tom,
"Tom! I was looking for you!" Tom glanced up at Abraxas and raised a brow,
"You've found me, congratulations," his voice was icy, and one of the twins (he wasn't sure which) snorted. The blond looked slightly offended, but his excitement had plummeted once he realized that Tom had received an invite (or so Abraxas thought), to the compartment of power,
" Well, Cygnus, I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends. They will be joining me in Slytherin. Before that, I would like to inquire as to why Tom was invited to the compartment when I was given a resounding no," The boy let the corners of his mouth twitch down, but his mask was soon snapped back into place.
"Because, darling cousin, you have no backbone and spend your time reading books about politics rather than practicing politics," The boy smiled, his dark eyes crinkling with mirth as the blond pouted. He patted the seat next to him and the eager boy bounced over, stars in his eyes. The excitement dimmed as he realized that the people in the compartment were uninterested in speaking all that much.
Abraxan stood, his chest still puffed,
" I'm going to find my companions," the boy sounded so smug, and it rubbed Tom the wrong way, "I'm sure you will be delighted to meet them," Tom scoffed quietly, sure that whatever friends the blond brought in would be just as irritating as he was. Tom turned to his book, determined to ignore these new people.
He could do it on his own. And even if he does need someone, he has Hera.
When Tom heard a copious number of footsteps getting closer to the quiet, peaceful compartment, he sighed, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.
There was a moment of silence before the door opened, revealing what had to be the most attractive boy Tom had ever seen (excluding himself; of course). He locked eyes with the boy, and without saying a word pushed his magic to surround the boy, letting it play with his hair and ruffle his robes,
"And what's your name," Tom cooed, his voice dripping with honey; he wanted this boy to like him, to become infatuated with Tom, just as Tom had become with him,
"I'm Thaddius Nott, at your service," he finished introducing himself with the sweetest little bow- Tom smirked, and nodded,
"And the rest of you?" At this point, the blond leaning on the door was fuming, furious that Thaddius had made the grand entrance, rather than himself,
"This is Clement Avery," Gesturing at the angry looking boy next to him, "and the tall one-"
"Is Llewellyn Lestrange, a pleasure to meet you," the boy interrupted, obviously getting bored with the introductions. Lestrange glanced at Tom, his eyes flicking up and down as observed the brunet,
"You're cute-" Tom scoffed, his eyes still locked on the gorgeous boy leaning against the wall,
"Not interested. I would say sorry if it were true," Lestrange looked offended, and Tom suppressed a smirk, before addressing the boy he couldn't take his eyes off, "Nott, right?" The boy nodded, looking up from the book that had appeared in his hands,
"What is it to you? It is not like you are going to be talking to me all that much. Mudblood." Tom felt heat creep up his face - this boy could glance at him and tell that he was not the same. The older trio snapped their heads up, and Tom was pretty sure he heard a crack,
"Tom," Druella's voice was warning, and magic was crackling off the ends of her hair, "did you neglect to inform us of something?" Tom almost sighed, it seemed like these people he had chosen to sit with were uneducated,
"I did not 'choose' to omit anything. I was under the impression that as members of the sacred twenty eight, you would be well enough informed about blood politics that having muggle parents is not the issue, but neglecting to know and obey the culture was the issue. I have firmly separated myself from all but one of the people from my old life and that one person," He paused, looking at the older children and relishing in the grudging respect their faces held, "is one of the most powerful witches I have ever met." His posture, throughout his speech, had gradually gotten stiffer, while the temperature in the compartment had lowered, a frosty chill permeating through the room.
Nott, the only one Tom was truly worried about, once again lowered his book,
"Nice speech. It does not make up for the fact that you are a mudblood, but trying to make up for that with fancy words and a little knowledge about blood politics might work on a few people," He paused, flipping a page in his book before addressing Abraxas, "Anyway, Brax, I love you and you know I would marry you if you asked, but this new friend you were so excited about is nowhere close to our level. I'm going to find Parkinson." The boy that Tom was so enamored with stood, sneering at him, and walked out the door, pulling Lestrange with him.