The Riddle Twins

Ooh Burn Quirrel!

PEEPS, I SUCK AT WRITING!

The scraping on the window woke me up on Christmas morning as I rolled sleepily over in my bed. I closed my eyes and huddled deeper into my blankets

The scratching, scraping noise intensified and I was forced to roll over and with a thump I fell onto the floor. Picking my way out of the mass of blankets piled on top of me, I staggered sleepily over to the curtained window and flung the drapes open. It was still snowing as it had last night and there was a snowy white owl perched on the window sill and hooting irately.

I pushed open the window and held out my wrist as the owl flew onto it. I only just realised it had a small parcel attached to its leg. I stroked her soft downy white feathers and ripped the package open. A letter and a goldenly locket fell out.

The locket was empty but had the Gryffindor seal engraved on the front. The letter was nothing fancy either;

Dear Rhya,

We hope you have an awesome Christmas (if that’s possible with the Malfoys)!

See you at school, Ron H████e and Harry.

Wow. I didn’t expect a present from them at all.

You could still see the name Hermione where it had been scribbled over heaps of times. Yeah, thanks Granger.

I had been writing to Potter and Weasley for the last few weeks after going to Azkaban. And I would have to admit, it was fun.

I only just realised I hadn’t gotten them anything. I hurried round my room, picking up random sweets, money and whatever I could find, shoving them into a small paper bag. I didn’t feel bad for giving them second hand stuff, because when you live with the Malfoys nothing is second hand.

The Christmas tree in the um…. Well I forgot what room there’s too many, but any way it was huge! And even better were the presents. Multicolored blocks stacked themselves precariously as Marcal and I entered.

There were some hurried footsteps from outside the doorway and in came Draco eyeing off the presents. I saw that for once most of the presents had my name on them; maybe coming home for Chrissy wasn’t a bad idea after all.

“Hurry up Draco, Quit doing your hair!” I called up the stairs to where Draco had gone back yet again to look in the mirror.

He arrived down the carpeted stairs a few minutes later his platinum blond hair slicked back. Just to annoy him I ruffled it so it was sticking out in greasy spikes all over his head.

I drew in a sharp breath as once again my foot was stamped on in the rush to get a seat on the train. Trailing my trunk behind me, I kept close to my brother (He was so tall he parted the crowd easily) as we boarded the scarlet train. Marcal and I played wizards chess for almost the whole way to Hogwarts and could I win one game? No.

“Why do you have to be good at everything?” I complained loudly as Marcal took my queen. He just shrugged, absorbed in the game. Grrr…. There goes my king. Again. I comforted myself though; by flicking the pieces at him.

“Ow! That hurts!” He moaned, rubbing his head.

“Well it’s your fault for buying a solid gold chess set,” I retorted, flicking my queen at his ear with perfect aim.

“Rhya” he growled and I pouted and widened my eyes. Marcal rolled his eyes and bent down to stop Parkinson’s cat from eating a petrified queen.

The castles grounds were still snowy as school resumed and I could hardly be bothered to get out of bed anymore.

“Get up!” grunted a voice in my ear through the cloudy fog that was my mind. I felt my self being shaken roughly by the shoulder. “Get u- AHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

 There was a shriek as Randal lashed out from under the covers. “'s jusa snake,” I grumbled pulling the blankets further over my head.

“Y-you may be interested to know” Granger began “That Defense against the Dark arts begins in five minutes!”

My eyes snapped open. Damn. I raced around the dorm, pulling on my robes and gathering my books. I rushed out the portrait hall almost breaking my neck as I did so and up two flights of staircases until I caught up to Potter and that.

I took out my essay, which I had snagged off a table near the fire place and a quill and started my conclusion. “Troll Hunter! Where’d trolls originate from?” I asked Harry.

  He ,“Scandinavia.”

“Mph!” I grunted collapsing into a chair next to Blaisé angry to see Pansy had taken my spot next to Marcal.

“Nice hair Lestrange!” she sneered staring at my bed head which I didn’t have time to brush. I smiled sweetly at her

“Thanks I like yours too!”

Her smirk faltered and she snapped, “I was being sarcastic!”

I smirked back at her. “So was i!” Blaisé snorted loudly and I elbowed him playfully as Quirrel turned to stare.

“I’m serious Lestrange!” sneered Pansy as she regained her self. “It’s like you put in no effort!”

‘I made it this way,” I lied. But she still kept on smirking.

“Then why weren’t you at breakfast?”

“I wasn’t hungry!” I said stubbornly but was immediately contradicted as my stomach growled.

“Here!” said Blaisé handing me an apple.

“Thanks.  And why the hell do you carry around an apple in your bag?” I asked taking it.

“If you don’t want it then I can always take it back!” retorted Blaisé putting out a hand.

“No!” I said quickly, curling up on my seat an cluthing it to me, “My apple.”

“Detention, Mr. Lestrange!” Barked Quirrel as Marcal told Pansy to shut up. What the hell?! I had told Quirrel to shut up before and he didn’t even say anything. And this was about the seventh detention my brother had gotten this week from Quirrel. Marcal shrugged and didn’t look at all fazed

Something was seriously up. But right now I had more important things to be concerned with; such as jinxing Blaisé Zabini.

Every time someone would call me Rhya, he would always add the zine on to the end.

“My name is Rhya! Why can't you just get that?” I demanded as he did it yet again. “Forget about the awful other part my parents made up!”

The bell rang and we started to pack up our stuff. “Whatever…. Zine,” he said, smirking at my scowl as he walked out.

Quirrel walked out at the same time I did and he took off down the corridor. I followed.

Two flights of stairs later Quirrel finally looked over his shoulder and yelped as he saw me trailing him. “W-w-what do you wa-want L-lestrang-ge?” he stuttered and I smiled a sweet smile.

" I want to know what’s going on between you and my brother in these detentions!” I snarled

“I-i-I’m af-fraid I have n-no i-de-a what y-you’re talking a-about!” he said, backing away. I raised my hand and as though invisible arms had picked Quirrel up around the throat he was thrown against the wall and struggled for air. (If you are lacking imaginative images, think Darth Vader)

”I will find out what you are doing Quirrel” I snapped menacingly. “And I will make you regret it!”

As his face turned puple I lowered my hand and he slumped to the floor massaging his throat. I knew Quirrel wouldn’t talk, so with that threat I turned on my heel and walked off.

Okay I have stayed up till 1am to finish that and I would like to thank everyone who still cares enough to hate me for not uploading! Please comment, vote and fan! C ya,

Ella!