Love of my life

Chapter 10

Throughout the entire day I've seen only 2 people stare at me. 1 is of course Mulciber, might have to break his other stupid monocle, and the 2nd one is Riddle. He keeps glaring daggers at me. I'm sick and tired of it. He doesn't speak a word to me, he just stares.

Thank Merlin it's the end of class. I go straight to my dorm and I don't even bother locking the door. I'm so tired that I immediately go to lay down on my bed. As I lay down about to fall asleep, the door bursts open. I look up to see Beverly.

"Get up! We have things to do!"

"You mean you have things to do?" I roll my eyes as she scoffs.

"No, we. Don't you pay attention? There is going to be a masquerade! We need outfits of course! Especially you," I roll my eyes and get out of bed. I indeed did not listen in class when they talked about the masquerade.

"Mm I don't think I'm hoping to go,"

"Not going!? No you have to go! It's your first dance at Hogwarts!" She looks at me bewildered. I almost forgot that it's supposedly my first year attending Hogwarts and this would be my first dance.

"Well when you put it like that, I'll go!" I put on a lazy smile but she seems satisfied.

"Good! Then let's go! We got a ride to Hogsmeade! I know a place for our dresses!" Maybe this is my chance, hopefully she knows about Riddle.

"Alright, lead the way" She squeals a bit and heads out the room. I quickly follow behind her, not even bothering to lock the door.

"You are finally going to look like a real lady Clarie!" She says as we exit the common room.

"My dream," I roll my eyes.

As we continue walking to Hogsmeade, we are both silent. She has nothing to say to me, surprisingly, and I don't know how to ask her about Riddle without being obvious.

"So, are you going to the masquerade with anyone?" I hope she says Riddle.

"Well hopefully, I do have someone in mind. He just needs to ask me,"

"Really? Who?"

"Why Riddle of course," she smiles at the ground. Perfect.

"Oh, you fancy Riddle?" I tease her a bit.

"Oh, shut it," she blushes a bit, still looking at the floor.

"So, he likes you back right?" I know he doesn't.

"Well, I'm not sure. I hope so" she still is not looking at me. I don't understand how she could think he likes her. He's so rude to her.

"Well if he likes you, he'll tell you about himself"

"Himself?" She looks confused.

"Yeah, like about his personal life."

"Uh yeah, he's totally told me about himself,"

"Really? Like what?"

"Uh well, uh his parents are very wealthy," this bitch. "And his older brother is a famous author," this wanker.

"Oh really? What's his name?

"Uh, George Orwell. You wouldn't understand the complexity of his literature." This tosser, I do in fact understand the complexity of his stupid literature.

"If that's his brother, why do they have different last names?" I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Uh well, Orwell is his pen name. Obviously" she rolls her eyes and scoffs.

"Of course you are going to know the basics. I don't think you guys are as close as you think."

"No! We are! I know he has a beauty mark on his collar bone!" I roll my eyes.