When breakfast concluded, she made her way out of the Great Hall and towards the Library to get some medical books before potions class. Her sliver hair bobbed against her back as she made her exit.
"Did Abraxas seriously 'postpone' you for her?" Matilda Walts, the Slytherin Prefect, rolled her eyes back into her skull.
"And. her silver hair makes her look like a grandma, I don't understand why the boys are into that," exclaimed Oliveria Greengrass.
"UgH, that's the benefits of being part siren," sighed Perseus Parkinson. "I guess the Croutch boy will make do for Saturday," she sighed in both relief and disgust as she looked down the table to see the boy smiling sheepishly at her. The trio is often known as the self-proclaimed 'popular' girl group...it would be true but their existence is often shadowed by Tom's clan.
"Oh Merlin, you're right!" Matilda smacked the table as she stood up with the biggest and brightest smile.
"Can you not make any sudden movements and noises? It's too early," yawned Perseus, and with a snatch, she yanked Matilda down by pulling her shirt.
"She's a siren!" her excitement could no longer be contained as she shook Perseus, earning a death glare from the clearly-not-a-morning person. "Sirens are dangerous and monstrous creatures, that means she's hiding her scaly skin and sharp fangs under a charm!" She hissed at her group.
"Sirens can't live on land, you idiot." Perseus smacked her head, messing up Matlida's neatly tied bun.
"She's only PART siren!"
Tom
He kept his eyes on the silver-haired girl whose pacing ahead in the crowd towards Potions, muttering "excuse me" to every student as he tried to break the waves of the crowd.
"Tom!" Called out a man's voice. He knew it was someone of authority yet, he pretended to not hear it as he proceeded towards the stairs. "Tom, my boy!" He lifted up his leg to climb the stairs. However, the stairs rotated to the other side of the castle, taking the girl with it.
Oh, curse whoever thought of this bright idea! He thought.
"Tom!" Tom groaned but threw on a smile as he turned around to Slughorn. He walked towards the Professor as the jolly old man waited patiently at the entrance of another classroom. "Why are you in such a hurry my boy, you didn't even hear me calling you," he chuckled.
"I'm terribly sorry sir, I was going to be late for your class," Tom smiled.
"It's just my class," he laughed, and Tom awkwardly chuckled along with him. "Oh, speaking of which, can you watch the class for me, I have to go to the kitchens! The elves have my specially made pudding."
"Of course," Tom smiled.
"You're such a good kid."
As Tom hurried to Potions, he was anxious as he thought of some other boy sitting next to her. He knew what he did was bad, but he'll make up for it. It'll be just like the old days. She's throwing a tantrum, he'll say some sweet words and give her a hug. It'll be fine, he thought.
As he stepped into the reasonably well-lit classroom which had green projected all over the room from the green flames, he let out a breath as he saw the empty seat next to Y/N. He moved quickly towards the seat, only to be stopped by the glare she gave off. He didn't know what force was withholding him from the seat, which was only a step away. His shoulders slanted down as his anxiety converted into confusion.
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The Monsters in Our Heads || Tom Riddle x Reader
Fanfiction...these contents are not for the faint-hearted. Tom Riddle didn't like to believe that there was a god, that there was someone more powerful than he is no matter how hard he tried. He didn't like how one's power was limited to where one was born...
