In our solitude | Tom Marvolo Riddle

Chapter 2

Actually, last night's thoughts were too positive. Was the first thing that came to mind for Mia when she woke up early in the morning by the chirping of her dorm mate's bird. Because she now has to go through the 7 years of Hogwarts once more, and to be frank.. She's not the smartest, rather an average student who studies just enough to pass her test by delaying her deadline to the last minute every.single.time.
After concluding that sleeping again would do her no good since it was only 30 minutes until breakfast and she'd oversleep by the time she went back to take a small nap. The blonde girl got ready in her newly green ropes with the slytherin badge engraved on the right side of its chest, her blonde hair tied into a low twintail behind her head that barely passed her shoulder, her light bangs fell just over her forehead as the dusty red blush formed by the chilly dorm decorated her pale face. She ran her fingers which turnt reddish at the tip from the chilly atmosphere in the dorm through the new ropes while staring at the body mirror next to her bed. She's still her, just Mia. Though she'd hate to admit it, part of her is still stuck in the mental age of 11. Maybe that's what staying in a school with Harry Potter where danger seems to threaten your life every year does to you. She would be lying if she didn't admit being able to go through Hogwarts years again was something she had always yearned for. Maybe it's time for her to finally grow up,
...properly grow up.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the air as if she had forgotten to breathe before making her way down towards the common room through the large staircase. The common room was fairly empty considering everyone was probably sleeping or resting in their own bed since it's so early in the morning, and especially chilly since they are in fact under a lake. Only a few students sat here and there around the room, some staring out into the lake in amazement-probably a first year.
Though, what stuck out to her the most was jet black hair sticking from the leather couch facing the fireplace within the common room. Tom Riddle himself, he was reading a book, covered in his slytherin ropes and part of his figure dimly lit by lights flickering from the fireplace.
The blonde decided to step towards the boy, when she reached towards the back of the chair Tom had already closed his book and placed a bookmark within the pages he last read. "What do you want, Heartstring?" he asked, his eyes landing on the fireplace in front of him, even with the high pitched voice of an 11 years old Tom's voice had a dark and menacing atmosphere laced in it however only noticeable to those who understands what he would be capable of. "What are you reading so early in the morning?" The blonde asked softly, not trying to irritate the boy as much as she already has been. which he replied with a simple "It's none of your business Heartstring."
Mia walked her way around the coach where she pointed at the seat just next to Tom "Is this occupied?", "No, but i'd rather you not-" before the boy could finish his own sentence, he was interrupted by the plop of the small girl as she sat on the empty spot just next to him. You could tell, this ticked him off quite a bit.
"I see you are one with lack of intellect and awareness." he insulted her, opening his book once more and reading where he last left off just before the girl interrupted him again. "I'd be lying if I denied your allegations, Riddle." she sneered back, before cozying up to the couch and conjuring a book about magical beasts, from the author Newt Scamander.
In response, Tom only sighed.

On the way to breakfast, while following Tom through the occupied stairs of Hogwarts the little girl bumped into a small boy, just taller than herself. His blonde hair and handmade slytherin ropes stuck out to her.
"Watch where you're going." Said the boy, he was arrogant but you could tell he wasn't trying to be rude on purpose. Probably grew up with such attitudes Mia thought to herself, "Sorry." She mumbled, finally managing to collect herself back up and averting her eyes to the boy's face, grayish eyes and a fairly cute face. 'A Malfoy.' She concluded, It was too easy to recognize a Malfoy out of a bunch regardless of which generation it is. They simply have so much arrogance that it shares itself through their blood. Before Malfoy could sneer any insult back at the girl, she'd already pushed her way through him and ran after Riddle who had walked past them a good distance.
"Riddle! wait up!" echoed her high pitched voice from the distance.