The Adventure of a Riddle

1- Rom Tiddle, right?

Rory did a half glance sideways, taking note of the furious boy with brown locks standing a bit off to the side. Suddenly, she calmed a bit. "As a matter of fact," she said whilst drawing herself up to perfect posture, "you're right."

"Wait what?"

Trying not to smile, she stated, "I said that you're right, Draco. You're my only friend," she spoke wistfully, "and I am yours. It's still sad, though."

Now thoroughly confused, her brother tilted his head to the side and asked, "What's sad?"

"That your only friend, a girl, has a mustache of course!"

She winked at him and flicked her finger lazily, turning his blonde locks into an ugly shade of magenta. He didn't even notice anything had happened, huffing away in annoyance toward his sister. Stifling her laughter, she started the long walk to her room.

She started to attempt whistling, a talent that she had yet to master, when the girl was rudely interrupted.

"Are we not going to talk about the fact that your idiocy nearly got me lost? Or destroyed? Or perhaps our secret found out?"

She simply rolled her mismatched eyes at his dramatic tendencies as she closed the door to her bedroom. Turning around to face him, "Really, Tom? Let's have a debate then, shall we?" She plopped onto her cream colored unmade bed, diary still in hand.

"Aurora."

Tom, being Tom, was still standing angrily with his arms crossed over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently. Rolling her eyes once more, her child-like voice was full of exasperation.

"Fine then, I'll start. How on earth was I supposed to know that my absolute lunatic of a brother was going to break into my room? And look under my pillow? Also, unless said lunatic somehow has a pet basilisk, or learned how to make that never-ending-fire-thingy, you can't be damaged OR destroyed. You taught me that when I was what? Eight?" Aurora raised her eyebrows as if daring him to argue with her.

Needless to say— he did. "It's called fiendfyre and that's not the point. You're acting childish! And if I had gotten lost?"

"Dear me, an eleven year old acting like a child. A crime, truly," she said flatly. "Ever heard of Accio?"

With nothing else to add, he just glared at her and plopped down on the foot of her bed. "Fine. I won't bring it up again."

Aurora raised her eyebrows. "If?"

"If," Tom Riddle said with a smirk, "We take a trip to Knock-Turn alley later, when you and Lucius do school shopping. We'll slip away somehow— I personally have a few nasty spells reserved just for your father alone, so it shouldn't be too hard."

Aurora's heart warmed. This guy really just gets her.

Smiling innocently back at the sixteen year old she sweetly said, "Anything for you, little Riddle. With any luck, there will be some sort of enchanted amulet, and it's sole purpose is to make edgy teenagers less grumpy."

Narrowing his eyes threateningly, he swiftly stood back up and pointed at her, "We are not starting this again! No little nicknames! It might've been all fine and dandy when you were little, but you're going to Hogwarts this year! It's time to start maturing, Aurora, I'm serious."