𝟎𝟒; 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑.

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"𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘, 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

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"𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘, 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄."









Herbology. My least favorite class in all of my Hogwarts years. It's even worse than Ancient Runes.

At least I have Theo to make it better, even if he is a terrible partner who messes everything up. He means well... maybe.

"Theodore. Knock it off." I warn, smacking him after he threw a paper ball at Goyles head. "What? I'm doing the world a favor. He's been trying to get in your pants for a year now." Theo shrugs. I grimace.

Yikes.

"We're only like a week into this year. How are you already failing Herbology?" Astoria asks me. I shrug. "I can never understand it. Doesn't help the teaching sucks ass." I say. She laughs.

"Miss Riddle!" I turn around to find Dumbledore standing behind us. I pat Astoria's shoulder as to tell her to head to the dungeons without me. I walk toward him and smile. "Professor. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I charm.

Dumbledore has never been fond of my brother and I. It's obviously because Dumbledore is my father's sworn enemy, but Mattheo and I just shrug off everyone who judges us based off of our parents.

"I'm just checking on you. I heard about your mother." He says. "Um, I'm good. Happy to see her." I lie.

Could this end any sooner?

"Are you sure? I know who your mother is, I-" I cut him off. "People always make assumptions about my parents like I can control it. Godrick, I just want to live my life as Madalene. Not Voldemort or Bellatrix. I just want to be Madalene."

Dumbledore quickly quiets down. "Have a good day, professor." I mumble. I turn away quickly and walk to the dungeons as fast as I can, practically tripping over my feet as I walk.

I wipe the few tears that had fallen down my face, not wanting my friends to notice. Muttering the Slytherin password, the portrait opens and I step in. My group of friends sat gathered around the fireplace. Their heads all turn to me as I make my way toward them.

"What did Dumbledore want?" Mattheo asks. I roll my eyes. "Nothing. Just being a pain in the ass as always." I say.

They all shrug it off, not wanting to upset me anymore. I sit in the open seat that's in between Theo and Mattheo.

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