One more year, is what she told herself, one more year and she'll be released from her educational prison. Even if it was the only thing keeping her from having to participate in her own personal affairs, she absolutely loathed it.
A special trait belonging to Devra Channing was that she despised absolutely everything, including a certain Slytherin heir.
Sitting on a lone chair in the library, the Ravenclaw girl sat in absolute silence, paging through her book. Her peace didn't hold for long and was interrupted by what she thought was a vile presence. "Devy, fancy seeing you here, what are you up to now?" a rather charming young man walked up to the girl with a beaming smile.
"Rosier" she greeted shortly, not even sparing him a glance.
"Oh, cut the formalities Birdy, rather call me Alphonso? It's a rather exquisite name, don't cha think?" The Slytherin boy nodded proudly to himself which made Devra concerned for the boy's mental stability. "Leave the dramatics Alphonso, what is it you want?" she snapped, annoyed with the boy as she paged through her book, "well, I've been thinking-", "you? Thinking? That must've been hard, don't hurt yourself now" she taunted, smirking. "I swear if you didn't read so many books, you'd be the perfect Slytherin, but anyway- I've been thinking, do you perhaps have any special someone in your life? Asking for a friend" Alphonso sat opposite her, "if this certain friend goes by the name Tom Riddle, tell him I'm not interested" she huffed, closing her book as she tucked it under her arm, standing from her seat. "Oh, come on Devy! The bloody gits been pinning after you for the past 4 years!" he groaned, following after her as she walked out of the library, into the direction of Ravenclaw tower. "And? There are plenty of other suitable Ladies who would love to have him" he sighed, exasperated, "don't you get it! He wants you!" Alphonso tried persuading her as much as he could, knowing said boy was in a rather grumpy mood and he did not want to face that.
The brunette sighed, "Fine, inform Riddle to meet me at the library, tomorrow after classes" she said, stopping Infront of the entrance to the common room, her piercing gaze turning towards the boy who took a moment to double take, "eh?" he looked at her stupidly, "go on, before I change my mind" Devra said, her stony facade not hindering in the slightest. "Thank you, Devra! You're truly a goddess! I won't forget this!" yelled the boy, running down the hallway. "That oaf" she muttered smiling as she entered Ravenclaw tower.
Flashback:
"Excuse me?" Asked a third year Devra, looking at the taller boy with her head tilted. "I won't repeat myself" his face was blank, but his emotions could not be mistaken for anything else, but she didn't know that. "Riddle, I'm sorry but I can't say the feelings mutual- it's just, I know so little about you" she said, clutching her books, Tom nodded, "I don't love you Channing. I simply want you and I assure you that I can be very persuasive" was the last thing the boy had said before walking away.
True to his words, in that same year, he had asked her to many times that not even goblins of Gringotts could keep up, he used every chance he got to sway her, the boy was drawn to her for some reason, he was aware of his unmistakable inability to love so why? he questioned, even sitting up in the middle of the night to sort through books to obtain some type of answer but he always found no answer.
He just couldn't understand why Devra Channing's presence had such a huge impact on him.
End of flashback
Later that night, the girl sat, staring at her ceiling, the moving painted stars that littered across the black ceiling intrigued her nonetheless, but a different question racked through her brain, just why was Tom Riddle so obsessed with her? 'did he possibly find out? No it can't be...'
At some point she fell asleep,being awoken in the early hours of the morning by her dormmates was not pleasant especially if it's Harriette Winslow. "Wakey!wakey!don't wanna be late gals!" the red head pranced around the spacious room while clanging a spoon against a pan, where she found it? Only Merlin knows where. "Oh, bugger off Riette!" Groaned her other roommate, Marisol Crimms. "Get UP!" roared the red head, making the blonde literally fall off her bed in fright. "Both of you! Shut up!" Devra settled her piercing gaze firmly onto the two, she wasn't pleased, not in the slightest.
Breakfast at the Ravenclaw table was silent, a bit too silent since the table was usually filled with chatter, the reason? the brunette who had a scowl imprinted on her face, they ate in silence, too afraid that if they so as much breath, the girl would send a fork their way. The rest of the houses were a bit thrown off as well but continued their chatter, slightly keeping it to a bare minimum. Even though the entirety of the Great Hall was aware of the girl's rage, Alphonso Rosier remained oblivious. "how's my favorite Ravenclaw ay?" He grinned down at her as he placed his hands on the back of her chair, the Slytherin was only greeted with silence, the entirety of the Ravenclaws, Slytherins and a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors included, watched with baited breaths, the boy was practically digging his own grave, from across the room, Orion Black facepalmed at his friend's stupidity. "No answer?" He let out a boyish laugh, a grin tugging on his lips, oh how he loved annoying the girl. "You know Alphonso..." She paused, placing her fork down, "it would make me really happy if" she paused again, Alphonso's grin only widened "if?" He beckoned her to continue. "If you'd shut your trap and leave me the bloody hell alone before I use your eyeballs as keychains" she said monotonously, her expression blank, the blonde boys grin dropped, being replaced with a frown but a teasing look swirled in his eyes. "I suppose we all can't get what we want" he tested, "there's a fine line between my patience and rage and you my friend never ceases to use that line like a fucking jump rope" she snapped back, finally making the boy shut up as he sauntered over to the Slytherin table, not missing the disapproving look Tom sent him.
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A/n: how was that? Edited a few parts to make it make sense, lovely, isn't it?
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Have a nice day/night lovies.
Edited: 08/04/25
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