𝑆𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔， 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 || 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑋 𝑂𝑐

nine.

The four girls sat in their dorm, chatting about all sorts of things, especially the girls joint birthday party. "So, October 5th?" Geraldine asked, her long ginger hair drooping over her shoulder.

"That's perfect, actually. You both are so lucky to have your birthdays exactly a week apart." Irene chipped in.

Everyone else's birthday was around a few months apart, which was pretty unfortunate.

"I'm gonna kill her!" Mildred storms into the dorm room, slamming the door behind her. Her face was bright red from anger. She resembled a tomato.

"Kill who?" Abigayle queried the brunette girl. "Myrtle! I hate her. I wish she was never born!" This was a daily occurrence for the girls.

Myrtle was Mildred's younger sister. Somehow, their mum was lucky enough to have two witches in the family, even though they came from a long line of muggles.

"What did she do now?" Irene groaned. All of them were sick of hearing about their bickering. "She told our parents about Edwin! I'm fuming!"

"Diggory? You're still seeing him?" Irene was a very close-minded person. She didn't like Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. She wasn't very fond of the fact that was a Vivian Half-blood, or Mildred, was Muggle-born, but they had been dormmates for 6 years and eventually came to an understanding.

"We're together now. I told Myrtle because I thought she was old enough to shut up, but I guess not!" Mildred fell onto her bed face first, groaning into the pillow.

"Well, you were going to have to tell your parents anyway." Geraldine fiddled with her many headbands.

"Yes, I was going to have to tell them. Not her." Mildred groans again. The group understood why she was upset. Siblings were the most annoying.

"Anyway, what are we all talking about?" Mildred's demeanour completely changed from angry to intrigued.

"Vivian and Abigayle's birthday party. I was thinking that." Geraldine stopped before whispering into Mildred and Irene's ears about something. Vivian and Abigayle couldn't hear it at all.

"They're weird, don't you agree?" Vivian leaned in and whispered to Abigayle. "Very weird." The girl responded.

"So... are we going all out or?" Irene asked the girls. "Yeah! Balloons, banners, sweets, alcohol....." Mildred trailed off.

"Good luck getting that past Headmaster Dippet and our head of year, Slughorn." Geraldine finally put her headbands on her bed side table.

"True. God, I can't believe we can't even drink!" Abigayle whined. "Don't say the Lord's name in vain!" Vivian exclaimed.

"So... Vivian." Mildred faces the blonde girl, a smirk on her face. Anything could come out of this girl's mouth, and that scared her.
"Yes?"

"What's going on with you and Riddle?" Vivian's face immediately dropped at the mention. "Why does everyone think there is something going on with Tom?" It actually frustrated her.

"First name basis?" Geraldine raised an eyebrow.
"I think he's good. He's classy, clean, and puts his head down, plus it would make your blood status look better considering you're half-blood." Irene said it with a straight face.

Everyone's face dropped in shock. "Not that that's a bad thing!" She continued as she saw everyone's expression.

"Whatever, anyway. You're always with him, and he's never with anyone." Mildred smirks as she suggests this.

"I've heard Walburga Black likes him so." Irene adds. Irene and Walburga were very close friends. They had grown up together and were basically inseparable.

"Walburga Black is a slag. Doesn't she want to shag her cousin?" Abigayle laughed. This shut Irene up.

"Tom is Tom." Vivian shrugged. There wasn't much to say. They could talk for hours and really get along, but then the next minute he's threatening her. "Explain."

"He's just very caught up in himself." She sighed, taking a sip of her water. "He seems caught up in you. I always catch him looking at you during classes, and I could've sworn I heard him talking about you." Geraldine smirked.

"The only reason he's even talking to her is because of the-" Irene quickly slaps her hand over her mouth. She has said way too much.

"The what?" Vivian stands up, confused. Irene stays silent, looking up at the girl. "He only talks to me for why?"

"Irene is probably just trying to ruin it because of Walburga. I'm sure it's nothing." Mildred rolls her eyes. She hated Irene with a passion.

"You're miserable, Irene." Vivian sits back down. I'm pretty sure everyone hates Irene.

"Enough about me, though. Tom and I are just acquaintances. I merely help him study stuff."

"Vivian, your grades compare to a primary 7. I think he should help you study." Abigayle laughed. "Yes, but he doesn't know much about this matter. Well, he does, but I know more because i'm better." Vivian giggled.

"So you've got like a teacher student thing going on? Kinky." Mildred winked at the blonde. "Please. Vivian's too romantic for that. She wants it to be special." Geraldine laid in her bed.

"Enough about me! Look at Abigayle. She's got that Mark who's head over heels for her!" Vivian would try anything to change this conversation.

"Hey! No fair. Mark and I are strictly friends. I would never date him!" She stuck her finger down her throat and pretended to throw up.

"I thought you guys were dating?" Irene raised an eyebrow, confused. "Gross! No! Never! Mark Weasley will never be my boyfriend!" Turns off her lamp.

"You'd look cute together." The darkness was hiding Abigayle's smile, but everyone pretty much knew her expression. "Bedtime!" She shouted. Everyone began to shut off their lights and lay down, ready for bed.