Rise of the Undead Wizards

9# Payback Time (Part 1)

A/N: I have no excuse for updating late...
So, to make up, we write this extra long chapter ::)

Part 2's coming up pretty soon :P

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*1 Week Later*

Quamel's POV:

The alarm clock buzzed through my head, breaking the only decent dream I had since like, forever. I bombarded the ridiculous clock with cusses while wishing it would just blow up to pieces. I mean, it was a fucking Saturday!

I got off the bed, muttering profane curses over the fact that I forgot to turn the bloody alarm off the previous day. Fun start to the day, eh? Lets see what other 'fun' things were lined up for me. Yeah, note the fucking sarcasm.

I sat at the kitchen table, devouring a huge tub of chocolate-chip ice cream when I heard the doorbell ring. Ugh, it was friggin 7 in the morning; who the hell could it be?

"Open the goddamn door, Mary!"

No answer. Mary was out shagging some guy again probably; how did the council even consider registering her as a 'foster parent'? Maybe she slept with someone to get that too. Smirking to myself, I opened the door, showing my obvious irritation at the person coming so damn early.

To put it plainly, I realised that the higher forces had many more shitty 'fun' things to do for me today up their sleeves.

Tom Fucking Riddle was standing at my doorstep.

I tried my best to have a calm composure with no hint of emotion. I was failing miserably; my eyebrow was arched up and a smile was threatening to tug at my lips. I'm pretty sure we stared (well, I was glaring) at each other for a good two minutes.

"Are you going to let me in or what? Its pretty cold out here." He snapped.

"Aw, afraid you'll catch a cold? Don't worry, I'll protect you, hon." I smirked again. This was much better than struggling to prevent my smile from spilling earlier. I added, "What the heck are you doing here anyway?"

"The Advanced History assignment, remember? Since you were making no attempts to follow up on that, I decided to come to your place and do it." A smile played on his lips. What the heck is it with smiles?

"Oh," was all I could say.

I guess I zoned out when Tom started rambling about how he wanted to be on the top of the class and how he aimed at acing this assignment to get the extra 5% credit. The assignment was something about the World War 3 and portraying our views about it; whether the magic people were justified in hiding the magic in the first place and whether they were truly the cause of it.

"So what do you think?" He eyed me curiously.

"I think it will be impossible for you to top the class, love. For that, you shall have to do better than me." I gave him a sly smirk as I plopped beside him.

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Three hours and two jugs of strawberry milk later, we finally had agreed on a topic: this assignment was a total drag.

"I'm going to burst if I have any more strawberry milk. Do you not have something similar to the tune of nachos or a sandwich?" Tom said, stretching his limbs.

"I do, obviously. But you're a daft bimbo if you think for even a second that I'll share it with you."

"So that's why you have been disappearing to the kitchen every half an hour!" His expression was priceless. I wondered why he was so mean to me previously though.