my riddle to solve (tom riddle)

eighteen

I don't remember it, but I had eventually crawled my way up to my dorm and collapsed onto my bed. I awoke the next morning covered in sweat and with hair matted to my face. I had managed to take off my dress sometime during the night, which meant I was only in my undergarments when I staggered to the bathroom. I was most definitely not expecting Lestrange to be standing in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around his waist as he ran my French hair-conditioner through his hair.

"Merlin, Lestrange! Put that down, it's expensive!" He was startled by my sudden shout, which meant the glass bottle slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces.

"Oops," he said with a sheepish grin. I scowled at him before slamming the door shut and retreating back to my room.

"Adelaide! Your boyfriend needs to use his own damn shower," I shouted, loud enough so my voice would be heard by the both of them.

"Sorry Phelia! I'll buy you some Cauldron Cakes later," she yelled back. I rummaged through my wardrobe and quickly put together an outfit. I pulled on my robe and stormed over to Raymond's dorm. As expected, he was wide awake and had already started packing his trunk.

"Is there anyone in your bathroom?" He shook his head and gestured towards the door.

"Nope. Go for it." I let out a sigh of relief and made a mental promise to be extra-kind to Raymond today.

I hadn't thought to bring my own shower products, which meant that I had to use the ones that him and Terrance had. I left the bathroom smelling like vanilla and white musk.

"I am going to murder Adelaide," I groaned as I collapsed onto my friend's bed. He stopped folding his shirts to glance up at me for a second.

"Hmm, let me guess? Did Lestrange sleepover?"

"Yes. And, he decided it would be a grand idea to use my shower," I explained through gritted teeth. Raymond laughed as he took a small vial out of his trunk and handed it to me.

"You had too much to drink last night; I can tell. Drink this, it'll cure the hangover." I examined the small potion. It was a repulsive shade of brown, and it smelled a lot like the mud pies that the twins liked to make in the garden. "I got it from Camila, and she gets them from France. Wizards there are big on wine, so they naturally brew up tons of these. I was saving it for Christmas morning, but you look awful," he explained.

Trusting that Raymond wouldn't ever attempt to poison me, I shrugged and tipped the liquid down my throat. It tasted atrocious, but I almost instantly felt my headache start to fade.

"So tell me, how was the fabulous Slughorn party? Seeing as you're able to walk normally, I'm assuming that you didn't sleep with Riddle?" I frowned and threw my still-wet towel at his head.

"Truthfully, it was a dreadful night. We got in an awful argument, and even though he was the one in the wrong, he somehow managed to get me to apologize," I admitted.

"Interesting. That, My dearest friend, is why I don't like Slytherins. Master manipulators, most of them are," he decided. As he stood to retrieve a bottle of cologne from his dresser, a glimpse of green material caught my eye.

"Whatever you say, Ray. But, by any chance is that a Slytherin tie lying on your floor," I implored with a grin spread across my face. I watched his eyes widen with fear as he clambered over to hastily kick it under his bed.

"It most certainly is not! You must be imagining things." Despite his tan complexion, I could still spot the flush creeping across his cheeks.

"Sure, I am. I need to go pack my things, but I'll see you in the Great Hall," I teased him as I left his bedroom, hoping to spare him any more embarrassment.