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Stuck on the back of someone's head was/is definitely not enjoyable.
Oh how much he regret his foolish past self.
Lord Voldemort. The once feared dark lord, reduced into a mere wraith who need a host to survive.
Now, he was stuck in the back of his servant's head. A servant who teaches at Hogwarts that is.
He can't help but think that the security in this place was bloody awful.
Really, he was in this castle yet no one seems to notice.
Granted he might not have a body, but still. If they're not so idiotic they could've notice the dark aura rolling off of Quirrell.
Only one person seems to notice him. One unlikely person.
Potter.
She intrigued him that first night. She knew about him. About his hated name. The little imp interest him.
There's something about her that draw him in.
Voldemort/Quirrell sat back and sighed. For now, he will keep watch on her. He need to focus on getting the damned stone.
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The next morning, Scilla was giddy. They have DADA that day.
Draco had to drag her to the great hall for breakfast and sat her down.
The mail came that morning. Three owl dropped several letters and a box in front of Scilla.
Draco, Pansy and Blaise looked curious but didn't ask either.
She pocketed the box and the letters except for one. The one from her Papa and Uncle.
She was extremely grateful for her Uncle Moony being there to reign in her Papa. She half expected her Papa to send a howler just for fun.
Which was true according to the letter from them. Her Papa would've sent her a Howler if Uncle Moony didn't hide those papers.
"Bless you, Uncle Moony." She sighed.
Draco raised a brow and Scilla gave the letter to him. If it wasn't because they were in the great hall right now, he would've burst out laughing. So he settled on snickering.
"Ugh. Come on." They went to their first class of the day.
She can't wait for their DADA class. Having a dark lord teach DADA should be fun, right?
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No.
Not fun at all.
What the actual fuck was this?
Professor Quirrell was a stuttering mess!
She barely understood one sentence!
Scilla lightly hit her head on the table in frustration couple of times.
Even Draco looked annoyed by this. He place his hand on the table infront of her before she could hit her head again.
"You'll get hurt." He whispered.
"I don't care. This is utter rubish."
"You don't, I do. Uncle Sev will kill me if he knows."
"Get me out of here, Dray."
"No can do."
Scilla was hoping it will end soon. Because if this continue much longer, she might actually strangle the turban wearing professor.
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