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"JEAN, THIS IS THE LAST TIME -"
"Chill man"
The caretaker glared at Tessa Jean with coal red eyes, as she continued treading around the hall with mud splashed shoes, having just returned from quidditch training. Every other student stared at the curly headed in awe. The Hogwarts caretaker, Jake Artin was a known cruel man, and Tessa teased him for a time pass.
Hartley Joseph followed her best friend quietly, removing the mud stains with spells as she moved. This was a daily deal, one created trouble, the other saved the one creating it, and Hartley was usually the one saving Tessa.
"Thanks Hart", Tessa grinned goofily as she sat down on the griffindor table, pulling a big plate of sausages towards her.
"This was the last time", Hartley gave her a stern look, and then put her plate away "and you have a diet to follow, only one boiled egg, and some salad, and -"
"Yes mum", Tessa rolled her eyes, shoving a complete boiled egg in her mouth.
Hartley looked at her in defeat, shaking her head, "grow up Tess".
Tessa grinned at her with a mouthful, "you are grown up enough for both of us" .
"GALS -"
"Quitely !"
"galssssss"
Dylan Jean's eyes glimmered with a new found knowledge, which he was desperate to share with his bff and twin sister.
"Burst it out idiot", Tessa rolled her eyes, now shoving some salad in her mouth.
"You are an idiot", Dylan stuck his tongue out at her, and in return Tessa threw a handful of mashed potato at him.
Before Dylan could do the same, Hartley took two forks, pointing one at each, "if you fight, I will stab you".
Dylan gave a loud snort of laughter, "you can't hurt an ant Hart".
"You had to say something ?", Tessa snapped again, back to shoving food in her mouth.
"Diggory proposed his girl -"
Tessa stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth forming a look that said WTF -
"Oh, good for them", Hartley quickly flashed a brilliant smile at her friends, "I was so shipping them"
The gossip continued as the three inseparable buddies ate and laughed, their happiness infectious.
"I will go to the library now", Hartley gave her friends a wave, walking to her secret cove. No place in the world was better than the library to her.
In the slytherin common room, Tom Riddle was looking through his stuff frantically, worry shouting on his face.
"Shit, shit, shit -"
He quickly walked out of the common room, his hands in his pockets as he tried to look calm, but then again, we can't stop thinking, can we ?
"If Dumbledore finds it, I am done", he muttered quitely, pacing to the library.
He quitely entered the library, the prefect badge on his robes glistening. Several heads turned to acknowledge his presence, and a slight smirk tugged on his lips, oh how he loved being important.
His sharp silver eyes scanned every table, looking for his lost treasure, before his eyes locked on the table in the farthest corner, now taken by what looked like a brunette and SHE WAS LOOKING AT HIS DIARY -
He took long strides towards the table, pulling his diary out of her hands, a little too harshly.
Hartley was startled for a complete minute before she looked up, and the blue eyes met the silver ones.
How their lives would change now, neither knew.
"It's my diary, don't you have manners !", Tom snapped, his nostrils practically flaring.
"I am sorry ?", Hart muttered in a confused voice, her brows raised.
"You better mean it, filthy griffindor", he spat, narrowing his eyes dangerously at the brunette.
"Hey, no need to be rude there, snappy slytherin" she stood up, clearly offended "I just found it on the table".
Tom was taken aback for a moment, no one, literally no one, ever had the nerves to talk to him in this manner.
"You called me what ?"
"Snappy slytherin"
This girl was definitely playing with fire.
"Snappy Slytherin", she repeated with a cheeky grin.
And she will burn alive.
Before Tom could open his mouth to say something cold enough to freeze her, someone tugged at his arm and he turned around to find Cassasopia Black, clearly looking tensed.
"What ?", he snapped, tugging his arm out of her grip.
She rolled her eyes so slightly, "Professor Dumbledore has called you to his office".
Tom sighed audibly, and turned towards the gate, walking out to meet the irritating, interfering old man.
When he was on the gate of the library, he slightly turned his head back, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the irritating brunette, and then he walked out, in long strides, heading to the professor's office.
