but daddy, i love him ♡ marcus riddle ♡

the common room

Cordelia couldn't think straight until the food appeared. Hands shaking, she reached up to load her plate with all of her favourite foods, thankful that Hogwarts didn't serve only traditional, greasy, British food. Once her plate was loaded, she gained the courage to look up. Immediately meeting her now pale green eyes with bright green ones. Harry Potter was sitting across from her. Why? Didn't he know?

He smiled at her, a real smile, and reached his hand across the table saying, "Hi, I'm Harry Potter. You're Cordelia right?" Cora nodded silently, looking at him with wary eyes, she cautiously reached her hand up and shook his hand.

He opened his mouth to say something to her, although before he could speak he was stopped by a harsh elbow jabbing into his side by a redhead, extremely like Fred and George. "Harry, you can't speak to her. Her father is a murderer, and she's friends with Malfoy. She's evil." He hiss violently in his ear. Before Harry could respond, Cora did.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree I see. Pathetic, just like your father. At least Gred and Forge have some sense." She said a sneer forming on her face, one that could rival Draco's. "You're probably just jealous, I hold more worth in my pinky than your entire family. The same could be said for Harry, here." Turning to Harry she smiled, "Did you know your grandfather was a potioner, he invented at least a dozen potions still in use today. I'm sure you have a large inheritance from that alone. Weasley here is right however, my father is a murderer, but that's hardly my fault and I hope none of you lovely people will hold it against me. If you do, I'll make sure you regret it." She finished her mini speech with a bright smile and a flick of her hair.

"Are you threatening me?" The redhead asked, his face now blending in with his hair.

"No darling, when I'm threatening you, you'll know." Cora then picked up her fork and stabbed at the food on her plate.

Harry assured her that he wouldn't dare to be as cowardly as to fault someone for their parents actions, causing a true bright smile to lace Cordelia's face. Cordelia turned to the girl sitting next to her, the muggle born who walked into her and her friends carriage on the train, and discovered her name was Hermione Granger. Ignoring the redhead sitting near her, she started up a conversation with her.

"I've never met a muggle born before. I hope you don't mind my asking but what are muggles like? Do they actually paint their children with the blood of the mother?" Cora asked, genuinely curious to learn about muggles from someone who had met them, stead of just reading about what the stuck-up purebloods said they did.

Hermione looked slightly offended at first, thinking the girl was making fun of her for her heritage before releasing that she literally didn't know what muggles were like. "No, Cordelia, muggles don't paint their children in blood. And if you're going to ask me questions about my heritage, can I ask about yours?" She said, muffling a chuckle at her beliefs of muggles. Cordelia nodded enthusiastically, telling Hermione to call her Cora, and starting a long conversation about muggle traditions compared to purebloods.

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"First years, this way please," called another red head at the end of the Gryffindor table. Cora stood and walked with Hermione, rolling her eyes and whispering something harsh about the amount of Weasels that had sneaked into the school.

The walk to the Gryffindor common room was awful. No amount of dance lessons could've prepared her for the long walk up at least seven flights of stairs. "I am so not looking forward to doing this everyday, Merlin." She said to Hermione over the chatter of the other students on the way to the common room. Hermione giggled and nodded, showing her agreement.

"We are going to be very good friends." Hermione said in between giggles. Making sure to take note of specific portraits and staircases so they would be able to find their way to breakfast in the morning, Cora nodded absent-mindedly, pausing, she noticed she genuinely meant it. This realisation made her question everything she had been taught about muggles and muggle borns.

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When finally arriving in the common room Cora saw that the place was amazingly homey and immediately made her feel relaxed. Following Hermione and the other girls in their year, Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil, up the stairs to find their dormitory.

When arriving in their dorm Cora swiftly noticed that other than Hermione the other two girls were sending her foul looks and whispering not so subtly about her father. Glaring right back she spoke, "You know, those faces you're making are not at all attractive. They make you look quite ugly actually." Both girls looking offended at her rather harsh words while Hermione and herself giggled quietly when they immediately stopped glaring at her.

Going to the bathroom to get ready for bed, she grabbed her pyjamas from the top of her trunk and locked the door behind her. Looking in the mirror she changed her hair and eyes back to their natural colours, light blonde and icy grey respectively.

Leaving the bathroom once changed and ready for bed, she jumped and ever so gracefully landing sprawled across her bed. Saying a quick night to her only friend so far she closed her curtains around her four-poster and placed her head on the pillow ready for a good nights sleep.

author waffle:
its a bit boring but its better than nothing.
published: 13/04/24
words: 966
xoxo ivy