Solving Riddle (Harry Potter Fan Fic)

11. The Death of RAE

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"I'd like my book back," Tom eyed my outstretched arm and open hand that was expecting to receive the little black book any moment," well? I'm waiting," he rolled his perfect eyes and pulled it out of his robe pocket, practically throwing it into my hand. "I don't appreciate your snooping around in my personal business, thank you very much,"

"I only read Legends are Lessons," he whispered into my ear as Professor Slughorn waltzed into the chattering room. "Silence, class! Can anyone tell me, what is a property of love potion?" several hands shot up, and Slughorn called upon Cassy to answer.

"It makes the drinker fall in love with the one who gives it to them," the rest of the class with their hands in the air all groaned and let their hands fall onto their desks with a thump. I then raised my hand, to correct her. "Yes, Ruth,"

"Thank you Professor, Love Potion does not produce actual love, its just a mere infatuation. Also, any child concived under the effects of love potion will be cursed with an incapability to love," Professor slughorn nodded at me and told us to brew both the love potion and the antidote with our partners.

"I am brewing the antidote, you make the love potion," Tom smirked at me and sauntered over to the ingredient cabinet. That jerk! He knew that i'd listen to him, he's going to make me fail! Quickly, I flipped to the love potion in the Advanced Potions book.

"Ruth, here is an invitation to my dinner party tonight for the Slug Club, its a formal event, I'd like it if you could come," Slughorn patted the note and shook his head, smiling.

"What's this? Not a invitation to the slug club I hope?" tom smirked and pulled my ponytail hard.

"Ow! Why would you care?" I pushed past him and strode across to the ingredient cabinet.

"Oooh, challenging me? I just happen to be apart of the slug club, I'm on the shelf," he boasted raising his head up haughtily.

"Arrogant are we?" the class went by fast with Tom and I conversing about nothing at all it seemed and making our potions, much more casually than the others. While they labored on getting the instructions perfect, we followed the instructions as it said and came up with what could be a perfect brew. "Time is up, class! I will come around and check your potions and the winner pair will receive two bottles of butter beer!" none of the others brews were quite right, one or the other being wrong. And it seemed like an eternity standing in front of the cauldron of love potion, smelling everything I love, the smell of books pages, fresh french bread baking in the oven, and oddly enough, Toms shirt. (Although that could be the cause of him standing right next to me) "Beautifully done! Especially you, Ruth! It smells of three scents, which is absolutely perfect! Wonderful antidote, Tom. You two have outdone yourselves, here is your prize, enjoy,"

I bottled the potion up into a vile and slipped it into my robe pocket, Tom seemed intoxicated by the smell of the potion. "What do you smell Tom?" he grinned.

"Your hair!" then he began to stroke my ponytail affectionately. "Ow! you pulled out my hair!" and he stuffed his hand into his pocket right after that.

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The only formal I owned lay in the bottom of my trunk, untouched. I really didnt want to wear the damned thing; in all of its white and buttercup flower glory, I hated the knee length dress. But I had to for slughorn and his dinner party being held tonight, which was in five minutes.

The dress fit and so did my formal Mary janes. I looked like a dolled up freak, with my white dress spotted with little buttercup flowers with annoying ruffles on the hem and on the top, my white tights and the contrasting shoes. "You look pretty, Ruth," Mary smiled at me as she strut around the common room in her muggle clothes.