January 5th, 1940
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Finally. Back on the Hogwarts Express with my three favorite people, Rubeus, Myrtle, and Deirdre. When I'm with them, I can forget about Tom and our fake relationship, I can forget about my parents' and their high expectations of me, I can just be myself and not feel judged. I truly love these three.
The next couple hours are spent laughing, eating, and playing around until we arrive at Hogwarts. As soon as we get there, we all hurry off the train and onto the little kayaks to get to the school.
When we get back to the school, every student meets in the Great Hall for dinner, which goes surprisingly well and is very uneventful, other than one student's pants falling down when he gets up to go to the bathroom. Personally, I would feel thoroughly and utterly embarrassed. I would go to my dorm and hide forever.
Once dinner is over, Deirdre and I rush to our dorm, but the second we step foot in the common room, I feel someone grab my hand. It only takes me a moment to realize who it is. Tom Riddle. He pulls me off to the corner of the room, leaving Deirdre confused still standing and waiting impatiently in the middle of the common room.
"What do you want, Tom," I groan.
"Thank you," he replies.
I stand there for a moment, shocked, reading his face for any hint that he's joking, or just being an asshole, and I find nothing but sincerity. Who is this and what has he done with Rude Boy?
"For?" I ask, timidly.
"Playing along for my aunt and uncle. They bought it. That's the only reason I brought you over for that first week, so they would believe me."
"You're... welcome?" I really don't know how to respond. He's a known ass, that part is painfully obvious, and yet he's being awfully sweet. Why? Is this even the same person I met just a few months ago?
He gives me a nod of approval before walking off towards the boys' dorm rooms. I take a moment to fix my face before walking back to Deirdre.
"What was that all about?" Deirdre asks.
"Oh, just the usual. He's an asshole," I respond.
Deirdre just nods in understanding and, thankfully, doesn't press any further. I already hate having to lie to her. Having to give 30 lies just to cover up 29 of them would kill me. God, what have I gotten myself into?
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Mwahaha, another short chapter! Hate me yet? Anyways, have a good day/night/evening! Love you!
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