Masquerade- Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Kicked Out, Again

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       You see, the problem with being a freelancing prankster is that eventually, no matter how good you are, you get caught. Well, the problem is, a normal person usually does not want to get caught with putting a bag of dung bombs under the headmaster's chair in his office. So, that's how I ended up getting expelled. Unfortunately, my parents were less-impressed with the fact that I actually constructed the elaborate plan of pranking the headmaster, and decided to send me to some stupid school called Hogwarts. 

       I mean, Hogwarts. Who calls their school after warts on a hog? In any case, this allowed me ample time for reflection on my life, and how much it took to show my parents that I could not be tamed. Even Beauxbatons sent me off, after I accidentally dyed the headmistress's hair pink. And by accident, I meant that I was originally going to dye it in all shades of the rainbow. "I wonder how I will get expelled this year," I muttered sarcastically before boarding platform 9 3/4. 

    "Remember to never break any rules, sweetheart!" I heard my mother yell in perfect synchronization with the chugging of the train. I nodded glumly, putting on the act of a reformed child before boarding the train that would take me to this accursed school. As soon as I entered, the mask fell off and I shifted my gaze at the compartments; magically adjacent to the other. 

    Shrugging at the choices, I randomly entered the first compartment to the right. Heads turned, gasping in shock as I opened the door, but I could honestly care less. Sliding open the compartment door, I was met with nasty looks and hasty mutterings. Inside, half a dozen boys and girls sat inside, wrinkling their noses in disgust. It was all I could do not to mutter, "Attitude, much?" before I plopped down in the seat across from a dark-haired boy, who had his nose buried in his book. 

      Hearing more dramatic whispers, I watched as the same boy put down his book slowly before glaring at me with eerie blue eyes. Inspecting him closely, I found that he was better-looking than all of the boys in this compartment, no, he was truly handsome with the unruly dark hair and the finely chiseled lines in his face. In fact, he could even be mistaken to be the male-models that posed in Witch Weekly.

    After continuing the staring contest some more, he asked in a low, smooth voice that oozed dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?" 

     "I think I'm doing the action called sitting," I said sarcastically, having enough of this nonsense. 

      The boy's lip curled slightly as he sneered. "Well, besides stating that obvious fact, let me ask you a question. Can you read?" he asked maliciously. 

      I felt annoyance prickling down my spine. "Seeing that I purchased school books, I think that would be sufficient to see that I can, in fact, read," I retorted. 

     The boy's face twisted suddenly, his handsome features lost in his scowl, while the people sitting around him fidgeted uncomfortably. "Then tell me, did you not read the sign that only prefects can enter this compartment?" he asked in a low voice, his followers laughing meanly; their darkly amused faces screwing up and becoming even more uglier than before. They reminded me of miniature versions of hyenas- brutal and mocking with their laughs. 

    Unlike most people, though, I didn't flush. I had experience with dealing with douches in the great hallowed halls of Durmstrang. "Well, seeing as how your enormous head was blocking the sign, it was no small wonder that I couldn't read it." At least, that's what I wanted to say to him. Unfortunately, I found that those words had already rolled off my tongue. 

     The boy's followers suddenly quieted, their faces alit with apprehension. A cold aura seemed to emanate from their leader's body, his eyes as blue and harsh as chips of ice. "Because you are obviously new here, I will only let you off with a warning, but if you so much as step out of the line again, I will make sure that you will eternally suffer," he threatened, making goosebumps rise on my shoulders. 

      I scowled at this, unnerved that he could threaten me and get away with it, but I was determined to have the last laugh. "Well, and I thought Durmstrang was filled with eternal suffering agendas," I chuckled, and rising from my seat, I made a mock curtsey before smiling like the Cheshire Cat and disappearing from view...

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       I spent much of the remaining time on the train, treated to more hushed whispers before something that looked like a friendly face popped into my solitary compartment. "Hello," the girl beamed, her teeth so white that it blinded my eyes. Blinking quickly, I readjusted my vision before asking, "Who are you?" 

      The girl smiled shyly before extending her hand and saying, "I'm Isadora Love, but you can call me Izzy. May I sit here?" she asked politely. 

       I made the gesture of patting the seat beside me and beaming still more widely, she sat beside me before looking at me curiously. "I just heard some rumors that you accidentally went into Tom Riddle's compartment, is that true?" 

     "Tom Riddle?" I asked in confusion, before it dawned on me. "Oh, you mean that good-looking prick?" I said in revelation, my eyebrows scrunching together as I remembered his snide remarks. 

      The girl's.... I mean, Izzy's eyes widened with horror as if she had seen a dementor. 

      "What?" I asked in a bored voice. 

     "You just insulted Tom Riddle?" she asked, her eyes bulging, "he is the most powerful student in the school." 

    "Oh, apologies," I said dryly, "I guess I should correct my previous statement. He is a powerful,  good-looking prick." 

     Staring at me in both awe and admiration, Izzy chuckled lightly. "Snacks are on me," she remarked as the trolley was pushed by an elderly woman with a one-tooth smile. 

     Handing me a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, I raised mine in salute before popping an ear-wax flavored one in my mouth. "Mmm, that hits the spot. You know, we should hang around more often," I mumbled through a mouthful of sweets. 

     Izzy smiled widely, her lips stretching like elastic. "Agreed," she said ecstatically, "so best friends?" 

    Taken aback by her sudden question, I nevertheless nodded before accidentally throwing a bean at her. 

     "Oh, you're going to pay for that," she hissed playfully, readying her throwing hand. 

     And thus was the story of how we started a full-blown jellybean fight in all of the compartments. 

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       So, if having all of the other fanfics wasn't enough, I decided to make another one. I will probably regret this later, but I wanted to write a Harry Potter one really badly. I was partly inspired by wondering what it would be like if Tom Riddle, the boy who would grow up to be Voldemort, would meet an equally vexing character. So, do you guys like it so far? If so, please leave a vote or comment below and all comments are appreciated. Thank you :D