Burning Roses

2|Torn book

○DALAYZA○

"Did you stay up the whole night just to read?" Sierra asks me, while rubbing her eyes. She never really was a morning person. 

"Maybe." Sierra groans. 

"I wish I had your power, mornings would be so much easier!" She complains. I close my book, standing from my chestnut desk. 

"Go get ready, we still need to eat breakfast." 

"Yes mum." She runs to the bathroom, while I go grab the rest of my books. I hear the hiss of the water turn off, and a steaming Sierra walks out with wet hair. I raise my eyebrows. 

"Magic." She says sarcastically, whipping her wand at her hair and it immediately becoming dry. I sigh and roll my eyes, and we both walk down to the great hall. We take a seat with the rest of our fellow students, and Sierra shoves a ton of eggs on her plate. I simply get a peice of toast, smearing some butter on it with a knife. I eat slowly, observing the rest of the great hall. One of the gryffindor's has climbed on top of the table, singing sea shanties while getting scolded by a teacher. I roll my eyes, moving my gaze back to my own table. The slytherin table is filled with chatter, until it suddenly quiets down. I furrow my eyebrows and look at the entrance, to see him. Ah, there he is. That motherfucker. What a tool. He, who wears the smell of blood and death like perfume. I watch as Tom Riddle struts over to a seat at the table, his "friends" following after him. I snort. Everyday, they follow him wherever, whenever. It's like a game of "Follow the leader". 

"Pathetic." I mumble under my breath, finishing my peice of toast. I tap Sierra's shoulder, signaling her to finish up her food. She shoves the rest of her eggs down her throat, washing it down with orange juice. We walk to the potions classroom in a comfortable silence, examining the paintings on the wall. Hogwarts is especially big, you could walk through a hallway a thousand times, and still find something new. We get to the classroom, filing into the room. A few students are already there, cleaning couldrens and what not. I walk to the front of the room, sitting in me and Sierra's usual spot in the classroom. Sitting in the front certainly has it's benefits. Sure, Slughorn can see everything we're doing but if we mess up, which is almost all the time (thanks Sierra), Slughorn would be uncomfortable confronting us. Sitting so close to someone gives them a sense of uncertainty. I hear a shuffle next to me, a loud thud. 

"Sierra could you-" That's not Sierra. 

"Good morning." Tom greets, sitting down in Sierra's seat. I furrow my eyebrows and huff angrily, looking around to see where Sierra is. I find her sitting in the desk two rows back, next to Xavier Lestrange. Did he set this up? Is this some sort of joke? 

"Good morning students! How are we today?" Slughorn asks in his usual cheerful tone. "Today we will be brewing the Antidote to common poisons. Nothing to hard, it will help you later on. Right! The page number is on the board, please raise your hand when you are done." He sits back down behind his desk, taking a quill and writing on a piece of parchment. I flip to the page on the board, 512. I read the ingredients off, walking over to the supply closet. Students are already standing infront, so I wait patiently in line. Unfortunately, Tom uses this as an advantage to come into the line, and step uncomfortably close to me. 

"It truly is a lovely morning today." He declares. I hum along, I really don't want to talk to him.

"And it only makes it better that potions is our first class!" Our. He said potions is our first class. I grab the ingredients as fast as I can, speed walking back to my seat. My speed is no match to Tom's long strides. I set down my ingredients, turning up the heat under the couldren. We work in silence for a little while, until Tom points something out. 

"The unicorn horns are cut, not crushed." He says, pointing to the pink powder that was once my unicorn horn. 

"It's faster this way." Is all I say before I pour the powder in the couldren. He licks his lips.

"Well if you want my opinion-" 

"I don't. I have my own." I cut him off, sending a glare his way. He either is too shocked to answer, or he's too impressed that I dare interrupt him. Or both, I have no idea. Tom is a very hard person to read. I finish my potion raising my hand so Slughorn could check it. Once I get my okay from him, I run out of the class, not wanting to be stuck with Tom any longer. I feel bad for Sierra, for as I'm walking out, I hear Slughorn yell at her for exploding her couldren. I still have a few minutes before my next class, so I head to the library. I take a seat in one of the chairs at a table, opening my charms notebook. I scan over the notes, repeating the words in my head. What I think is ten minutes go by, until a shadow looms over me, the area around me darkened. I annoyingly look up, suprised to be met with him. I internally groan. But- he has something in his hands. 

"You dropped this on your way out." He says, holding out his hand with my book between his rough fingers. I stretch my arm out to take it, and when I'm just about to grab it, he zips the book away. 

"I saw it first, it's mine." He spits bitterly, turning on his heel and strutting out of the library.