His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Cordelia- Attack on the Dormitory

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

8th September 2016
Thursday

A figure sat on the ledge, her side leaning on the glass window, which instead of revealing the brown and gold of autumn, showed only green tinted water and the gloom of the deep sea. The Slytherin dorms were under the Black Lake, giving the students an aquarium-like feel as they slept-which could both be exciting or creepy. With the comforting green glow and the occasional sighting of the dwelling creatures, the sight of the mysterious lake was something that most Slytherins were proud of owning.

Cordelia was no different to her fellow Slytherins, agreeing that it was a perk of being a Slytherin.
For her, being under the lake was like hiding away from the world and its troubles.

But no deep a lake could ever hide her away from Aileen.

Her brow creased as she brought up again the revealment of Aileen's past. Ever since that day, she had felt increasingly guilty for her brother's invasion of Aileen's mind and for slapping him, guilty for slapping an already abused child. And yet her guilt and pity conflicted with the fear of Aileen's identity and powers.

"What should I do?" She murmured, the lake and its inhabitants the only beings to hear her plea.

She was thankful that the only interaction between her and Aileen was a competitive glare at DADA.
It gave her more time to sort out her position with Aileen.
Actually, she didn't know why she had the urge to place her hand up to answer every single question that was asked-normally she didn't want to draw attention to herself.

She certainly didn't understand the sudden rush of triumph, not for beating Aileen or winning twenty house points, but for the sudden acknowledgment from Aileen-even though it spelt out annoyance from taking his glory at the one or two times Crudwell called on her.
Catching Aileen's attention was totally against everything that was being pointed out to her, from her brother's warnings to her own logical side screaming that it's common sense to avoid Aileen Gaunt.

I told him to move on, so I should move on too. He's dangerous. He's Slytherin's Heir for God's sake!

But the thought of removing Aileen from her life sent a jolt of sadness through her.
Looking back,even though her memories were marked with embarrassment and uncertainty, there was also the thrill of excitement and danger when being with Aileen.

And there was the vulnerability in his eyes as he thanked her for doing what no one had ever done for him- looking after him. It was a small thing, and a deed that she was forced to do, and yet it was something new and alien to Aileen. In that moment she had felt a fierce sort of protectiveness that made her want to befriend him just so he could never feel that sort of pain again.

But fear and uncertainty held her back. Her brother's words echoed in her mind at regular intervals, reminding her that Aileen was more powerful than a normal eleven year old wizard, and such power at a young age was dangerous.

Cordelia shook her head in an attempt to clear her conflicting thoughts and started to focus on her Potions essay,only ever looking up to find a book for reference.

"All the teachers worship him! I mean,the way they talk about Aileen, it's like everyone else is as stupid as a concussed troll!" The outraged voice was coming from the entrance, cutting through the peace of the dormitory. Cordelia placed the name as Juliet Jackson, the outspoken girl who verbally mowed over Professor Tamney.
"He's such a suck up" muttered her companion sullenly.
"I know right! Then again, he's a Ravenclaw...stuck up nerds."

Cordelia found herself agreeing with them, despite her confusion over Aileen. If there was one thing she was clear with Aileen, it was the fact that his preppy academic attitude was a little over the top and was beginning to become annoying.