Slytherin Roar: Through the Maze || Tom Riddle's Era

Chapter 4 || The Start of a Change

The time I woke up was barely seven o'clock. Yet my eyes refused to close. The morning sky was bright with sunlight and the light blue hue swept across with a combination of white clouds.

Yawning, I slowly pushed the blankets away and rose beside my bed. My bare feet touched the cold wood and goosebumps remained on my skin. I thought I had heard the sizzling sound of fire from Hecate's torch. Everything looked the same to me as in the dream. Buttoning my white shirt, pulling up my skirt and strapping Ignis under it, I glanced at my roommates, who were sleeping soundly, then to my luggage where a pitch, black cover of a book peaked out of it. I tapped my finger against the wooden desk and instantly the lid shut and the lock sharply clicked. Opening the door, I skipped two stairs down to the common room.

There was no one in the common room except for a few six years lounging on the sofa in front of the fireplace, chatting away without noticing me. Unfortunately, through all of analysing the room, I wasn't aware of my surroundings and my foot caught on the edge of the stair and I fell. My bag dropped and the books scattered away. Sighing tiredly, I gathered the books silently and checked the lid of the ink bottle.

One title of one of the books caught my eyes and I gasped sharply—it read, Spells for Sorceresses. Quickly snatching it, I hurried to the shadowed part of the room and flipped open the pages. I stared back in the direction of my dorm and back at the title to make sure that my eyes or the Mist were not deceiving me. It was definitely the same book like the one I left back at my dormitory, inside my luggage, secured. Yet it was somehow here, no illusion, no magic, but physically here.

More students, specifically the boys in my grade, started to stream in. They were one of the most nosy boys in Hogwarts who don't seem to have respect for other people's business.

I hurriedly shoved the book away and raced for the exit to leave the common room.

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"You know, I know that you have missed me during the summer holiday, but was it necessary for you to drag me here from my table?"

Tom and Abraxas looked at each other from across their seats and shared a devious smile together. I rolled my eyes and stabbed my sausage with a fork.

"What can we say," Abraxas said, stealing a tomato from my plate.

"Hey!"

"After all," Tom said, "the three of us are connected by magic."

I raised a brow. "It's very bold of you to assume that we have any connection."

Abraxas let out a snort and uncontrollable laughter started to stream out of him like a flooding dam.

Tom stared at me blankly. "How are you not in Slytherin?"

"I've been asking that for a while now," I answered truthfully.

"Vivienne?" Blinking a few times I realised that Abraxas stopped laughing and was looking at me with furrowed brows. "Are you all right?"

"When would you stop asking whether I'm all right?"

"When you stop lying," said Tom.

Glancing between the two, I breathed out, relieved, when Galatea Merrythought, the DADA professor, appeared in the Great Hall, the schedule levitating behind her. Soon the schedule came flying out through the air and into all of our hands.

"What do you have first?" I asked curiously. I pursed my lips and scrunched my nose when I saw that I had History of Magic for the first period today.

Tom scratched his neck. "Charms. What do you have?"

I showed him the timetable and Abraxas peeked over my shoulder. He smirked while the other chuckled good-naturedly. Sighing, I folded the parchment and opened my bag to tuck it into a folder.