Making Us~T. Riddle

Chapter 2

The divide between muggles and wizards had always been significant, and I thought that maybe I was the only one to see it.

Sure the old families of purebloods always claimed to be superior but they didn't know the full extent of what they were saying. I had lived in the world of muggles for most of my life, I knew every horrid little detail about how they functioned.

In Hogwarts everything around me had been touched by magic in one way or another, it was a comforting thought to know that the same power running through my veins was running through the cracks on the walls which my fingerers were currently sliding along.

Wizards were powerful, thus we had the right to be superior.

I had learned that the stronger was always the superior when I was seven years old and shoved up against a wall with Matt Sanderson snarling in my face, when he left me alone in the snow that day he had been stronger, but when I spoke to a snake for the first time in my life, and Matt Sanderson got his bones crushed, I had been stronger, and thus, his superior.

But it was what he had made me be.

The only light in the hallways were provided by the occasional lamp, and the outside world seemed dark and faraway through the windows. It was hours passed curfew but I liked to wander the halls of the school at night when they were empty and could be fully appreciated.

The only sound was that of my faint breathing and my feet quietly slapping against the stone floors. I knew that if I got caught it would result in detention if I couldn't sweet talk my way out of it, which I honestly didn't feel like doing.

I had thought that I was alone when I heard another pair of feet scurrying from one of the halls and stopped. Ten seconds later a short little thing came barreling from one of the halls, looking behind her shoulder and almost walking smack into me if I hadn't caught her by the arms.

I unfortunately recognized her as she had spent most of our school years following after Cerelia Sallow like a lost puppy. She squinted at me in the dark from behind her thick rimmed glasses, before scowling when she recognized me. She yanked herself back then seemed to realize that she was still running from something.

She squawked and grabbed my wrist before practically falling into whatever classroom door was closest with me in tow. When I tried to open my mouth she rudely shushed me and pressed her ear to the door like a preschooler. I rolled my eyes but listened to the silence that seemed to stretch on and on and on... until footsteps sprinted past our hiding place.

Pria was a chubby Indian girl with long straight black hair and amber eyes. Her round face and thick rimmed glasses didn't win her any popularity contests and neither did the fact that she was a know it all and completely tactless. She thought most beneath her intelligence, and it tended to get on people's nerves.

Despite most of her features being hidden I didn't think she was ugly, not gorgeous like Saelihn, or beautiful like Cerelia, but she was pretty in her own way, and almost as much of a pain in my ass as her friend, Cerelia Sallow.

She scowled at me and I rolled my eyes before getting up from where I had been crouched next to the door, she jumped up, quick to follow. "What are you doing in the halls past curfew?"

She inquired, tilting her head back slightly, as if she thought that if she angled her face right, she could see into my mind. Her voice was squeaky and intruding. I paused for a second; knowing that Pria was not stupid and chances were I would get away with more if I deflected instead of lying.

The truth was not an option. I wandered through the school almost every night, I wanted to take every moment I got to spend around magic for granted, soak it up and take it with me when I had to go back to the muggle world. I had never tried to tell anyone there that I was a wizard; I didn't think they deserved to know about magic.