If you were given a chance to do something, or many things, in your life over again...would you agree? Would you try to keep a semblance of the same person you were; even while stranded in another time or alternate world? Or, would you become what y...
Dinner and the rest of the evening had passed with little to say, and was for all intents and purposes; peaceful. Uneventful. Yet, the House of Snakes was unsettled. Now, there was two snake-speakers and both were inordinately powerful. Both in the same year as the other and both as equally intelligent and quick-witted as the other.
It became clear that Hadrian spoke true of his heritage and power; the show he had put on for them had rendered the house silent. So silent, in fact, that the other three houses noticed something was awry with them nearly three days after.
Hadrian had eventually cooled some; enough to seek Pucey and heal some of the more...questionable damage he may have done to the teen. Damien was also sworn to not speak of it; lest he want a repeat punishment.
The boy had been good as gold, and hadn't breathed a word of it to anyone.
Most students walked cautiously and upon eggshells around the Slytherins; they avoided their notice and ire. But now something or someone had cowed most of them to being mute unless directly spoken to by an adult or another student. Horace Slughorn; the Head of Slytherin House, he had noticed too of the odd behaviors, but hadn't yet had time to really investigate it and to see what might have caused the change in his students.
By the time he had been ready to nose about it; the actions had reverted mostly, and so he had dropped it.
Hadrian never showed any sign of unsettled nerves nor being uncomfortable by his powers despite how dark they always felt. Even as he drew eyes from those Tom had tried to stay under the radar of for that reason alone.
He smiled and laughed, he joked and he read books to pass time like Tom seemed to like to do. He studied often of various topics that were unrelated to his schoolwork, and he always managed to do his homework with relative ease. At times, he seemed to vanish into thin air and do who knew what. Tom's whole being always felt as if it was tightly wired with tension then; he felt overly protective of Hadrian.
He was a part of his house and little did he know; Hadrian was his since Tom decided he wanted him, and if he came back seeming as if having enjoyed the attentions of another or giving them...he didn't know how he'd react to it.
Yet, Tom hadn't had the nerve to go to him and to ask the questions that burned inside to ask. He felt that because of this; he didn't deserve to consider Hadrian as his. Hadrian was...far more sociable than he was. He had people in all the houses who were friendly to him; which made his desire to be his and to claim him as his more pressing.
Tom's eyes slowly looked up as Hadrian seemed to saunter in; a smile on his face. Blue eyes narrowed...he was acting smugly, more than normal. He watched as Hadrian slowly removed the outer black robe to the uniform and leaving him in the crisp white shirt and black pants.
Riddle averted his gaze a moment; Hadrian's body also was not something that would turn-off others. No, that physique would attract them more strongly, and even he had felt himself react more than once.
But as his eyes returned to the upper part of his body; Tom's rage showed soon enough. There, just below the collar of the shirt, was a mark. Swollen and faint red; it was raw and new. Hadrian walked up the stairs and disappeared. Tom waited a moment before he snapped his book a bit too loudly and caused Abraxas to look to him question.
He shook his head at him, but then sedately walked to the dormitory stairs. Abraxas's eyes following his friend and shuddering; not knowing how Hadrian would fare if the anger Tom radiated was anything to go on.
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