Let me take you back fifty years. Let me take you back to a time where teenage Tom Riddle had put aside his dark plans for the future.
It was all because of the seer, the sensor.
Abigail could see the past, and catch glimpses of the future.
When T...
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Transfiguration was by far my favourite subject at Hogwarts, although I was terrible at it. I didn't mind being terrible at something though. In fact, it only made things more interesting. Luckily, though, which made me a little more happy due to the fact that I wouldn't be embarrassing myself this time, Professor Dumbledore only had the class reading up on facts and revising through dusty old books from the library.
I didn't hate the library. In fact, I liked it. It was quiet and smelled like it had been refreshed only just before we had come in. Professor Dumbledore, after speaking with Madam Pince, hummed to himself as he strolled around the library and picked out a few books for himself. I snickered.
My head shot up out of the book and I whirled around in my seat to see that Professor Dumbledore was standing there, looking at me with an amused twinkle in his eyes. He continued to hum quietly under his breath. He sent me a small smile and winked happily as he walked off, still humming his own tune to himself.
Billy leaned forward across the table and whispered, "I think this is where Hannah gets it from."
Hannah was Billy's twin sister who was very peculiar.
The area in which we were sitting, which had had six square tables with seats all around them, was a studying area. It was mainly used for when teachers would come in with their class for a certain subject. The tables were lined up in two rows of three. Billy and I, luckily, had a table to ourselves. But, no doubt if Alison and Chris were in this class the table would have been filled. I was glad that this was a small class.
I scanned the area, having finished reading through a section of a brand new book, and my eyes fell on a pair of green eyes at the table right next to mine. Tom was looking at me with curiosity, before he caught my stare and glared before sharply looking away. Avery was the same, only he sneered before I even looked up. I didn't know what his problem was - well, you know, other than my rejection toward him, but I didn't reject his friendship. I wouldn't have minded being friends with him. I frowned and glanced over at Billy, who was furrowing his brows while staring down at his book. He was jotting down notes, something I should have been doing.
"You all right, Abigail?" he asked when he looked up.
"I'm fine," I smiled.
"You seem distant," Billy noticed, and snatched my notebook from in front of me before I could argue any further. "Have you finished, already? Oh, you haven't even started."
"Yeah," I said slowly, taking my book back. I grabbed my quill from beside me, dipped it in Billy's ink jar, and started to copy his notes without him even noticing.
