Riddle's Silly Little Girl

II

I slowly open my eyes; it's so strange not being in my own room anymore. And oh my Merlin, who is shoving me? I look over to see a girl with dark hair, and a weird bob cut/ban mix. She also kind of looks like a pug. Haha, Pugface.

"My name is actually Pansy Parkinson, thank you," the girl, who I now know is named Pansy, said. I really can't believe I said that out loud. I already made an enemy, yay.

"I am so so so so sorry," I sit up, "I'm not in my right mind when I first wake up, and everything was blurry. Now looking at you, you don't look anything like a pug."

She sighed in disbelief and annoyance, "maybe, but you'll have to really prove yourself now."

"Prove myself" I question.

"Yes, with like smarts, cleverness, meanness," she laughed on the last one. I am not going to be mean, no way, "anyways, we have to get to class now, join me."

Our first-class as first-year Slytherins was Defense Against The Dark Arts. Our teacher, Professor Quirell, was in fact quite strange. He was very stuttery, but it felt odd as if something quite horrible happened to him to cause that. And his, what do you call it, a turnip? No that's a vegetable y/n. Turban! Yes, his turban just doesn't seem to work well with him, but he can do him I guess.

It was quite the fun subject though, I'd love to help stop dark wizards one day. Although I've heard of some in the past, I'm not certain there are any now.

The worst part of the class though was Tom Riddle. I sat next to him, of course. While on the other side of Riddle was the much more enjoyable Riddle, Mattheo. Mattheo was a cute fellow, with curly brown hair. Not to mention how sweet he is, unlike his brother.

Tom Riddle would always lecture me about not doing my work correctly or fooling around. It doesn't even matter because I'm the second-best in my year so far, just behind him. It's only because he will always push me in potions, causing me to slip too much of any ingredient into my cauldron. He also puts on this act, this horrible act. To everyone else, including the oh-so-impressed teachers, he's this charming boy, he acts as if he has never done anything wrong in his life. Oh my Merlin I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. But it's fine, I'll get back at him one day.

That day was going to be today. We are standing in the quidditch field, learning how to mount our brooms with Madam Hooch and I have the perfect plan. Although the houses were split up, I was unlucky enough to still be put with Riddle.

I was doing some research and reading some books in my spare time, totally not to be first in my year or anything, and I've got a perfect charm. The locomotion charm. It's a bit of a step-up from wingardium leviosa, but I got it quite quickly.

"Locomotor," I whisper, trying to hit Riddle with the broom. I hadn't realized but Riddle was already mounted, so he swerved and caught the broom. What the he-

"Looks like someone can't keep hold of their broom, better luck next time y/l/n," Riddle smirked, I hate him.

"Tom! Follow me," Madam Hooch called.

I'm not sure what happened while they were gone, but Riddle came back with a massive grin on his face, and I sure didn't like it.