Daily Prophet Competition
Tom Riddle -
"I. don't. Like. SNICKERS!"
(Object) sparkles
Summary: Someone in Slytherin finds out it's Tom's birthday so they flourish him with presents. It doesn't end well.
Thanks to Dora and Queenie for betaing this :)
WC: 678
It was the weekend and Tom had decided to have a relaxed morning. He had woken up 28 minutes later than his usual time, gotten changed into his usual weekend attire (consisting of smart black trousers and a dark gray long-sleeved shirt, with robes over the top) and had breakfast. There was nothing unusual about today.
It was New Year's Eve.
That was that.
He had his lips turned up in the corner, nearly a smile, as he sat on the sofa by the cozy fire, with a good book.
It felt nice to have peace and quiet, for once.
Until heavy footsteps came up from behind him and he gave his best death glare as one of the second years came up to him. She looked shy, nervous and, to be honest, terrified. It was interesting how she was standing, though, as if she was hiding something behind her back.
"Yes?" he demanded, wanting to know what her reason was for ruining his peace.
"I, well, sorry for disturbing you, Riddle. But I was told it was your birthday and because you've been looking out for us a lot this year as Prefect I wanted you to have something—"
He put his hand up to silence her, which worked. He couldn't deal with any more rambling. He raised his eyebrows at her, expectantly. Cautiously, she handed him the present that was neatly wrapped in green, sparkly wrapping paper.
Tom didn't need to say anything to get her to go while he decided what to do, she practically sprinted away. He liked having that effect on people. Now, the question was who found out it was his birthday? He hadn't told anyone.
He took a deep breath and came to the conclusion to open the present. It was the first he'd ever received. He swallowed as he tore the wrapping. Sparkles. Glitter. He hated anything that was colourful and… sparkly.
He shook his head as he took out the… diary? It was dark green and made from leather. He opened it, the pages were fine, but simple. Just how he liked it.
"Hmm…" he said to himself, nodding. This could be useful. Maybe it wasn't so bad that she had found out.
He placed the diary to the side of him and put away any evidence that it had been a present. He then relaxed again, opening up the book he had been reading.
Tom barely read two words before someone else came up to him.
"What now?" he growled out at the group of girls in his year.
"We heard it was your birthday, so we got you something—"
"Alright, thank you. Just put it down and leave." Tom ordered. He was growing more and more annoyed by the second.
He hoped they were the only ones who knew about this.
The group did as were told and left in a hurry. Good, he thought.
He opened the presents. Chocolate, this time. Frowning, he glared at the bars of chocolate, specifically one in particular. Snickers. He hated Snickers.
Just as some of his circle of friends came up to him he threw the Snickers, stood up and made an announcement to everyone in the Slytherin common room.
"I. Don't. Like. SNICKERS! Does everyone understand?"
He didn't sit down until every person gave him a nod or signal that said that they understood. Honestly, if they were going to do presents, they needed to do it right or not at all.
"You alright, Riddle?" Avery asked as he handed him a present.
Tom glared.
"I don't think he is. Maybe we should stay, he might want help making the others leave." Lestrange stated, somewhat cautiously.
He didn't say anything, just kept staring, his eyes narrowed.
"Actually, it's probably best if we go. Happy birthday, Riddle." Malfoy said, with a small, nervous smile.
Tom watched as they left. Once he was sure they were gone, he let out a breath.
Perhaps it was a good thing he didn't know who it was who told everyone about today. It saves him from being expelled for murder.