His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

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His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

3rd October 2016
Monday

Cordelia

Before we reached the Astronomy Tower, I found myself explaining and repeating recounts of my misadventures to the attentive Juliet and Rosaline, who at various intervals exchanged glances with the words 'I knew it' written on their faces.

"I told you not to freak." Juliet told me with a sense of all knowing radiating off every pore.
"Ok, fine. You were right." I replied with a sense of defeat.
"Does Julius know? I distinctly recall him saying something about staying away from him," added Rosaline as they reached a staircase.
"Oh damn, I haven't thought about it," I replied, running my fingers through my hair in distress.
"I honestly have no idea."

Julius would probably spaz at me, and then somehow keep me on twenty four surveillance...but I can't lie to him, I'm incapable of lying, as Aileen pointed out numerous times.

"Maybe you two should hang out secretly? I mean, you only have to do it for a year until he leaves. It's technically not lying," Juliet reassured at my frown of disapproval of deceivement.

"I dunno. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it," I said as I swung the heavy doors open and allowed my friends to trope into the virtually empty classroom.
***
I sighed in relief at the large red ninety-eight percent on my test paper, though feeling slightly irritated at myself for misspelling Charon, Plutos moon, with Chiron.

I could of gotten hundred percent if I wasn't careless and rushing at the time, I seethed, and glanced over at Juliet's buried head in her arms.

"Oi, class hasn't started yet and you're sleeping?" I demanded and tugged at a strand of blond hair.
"Mmm should be sleeping now," she muttered and removed her askew glasses to make herself comfortable.
I shook my head and started on some leftover homework while Rosaline beside her again and again tried not to fall prey to tiredness by reading a manga that Juliet had given her-though her eyes fluttering more slowly as she read.

"You got hundred percent?!" I heard a blond Ravenclaw exclaim in surprise, to his read haired desk neighbour.
"You didn't even study for this te-" The blond was cut off by a playful punch to the arm.

Sometimes life is so fair, I thought as I berated myself even more for the misspelling.
"You look so mad now," Rosaline commented.
"What did you get, a sixty percent?"
"Ninety-eight," I replied.
"Why are you so mad about that? I got a eight-five and I'm pleased!" Rosaline exclaimed.
"I misspelled Charon with Chiron! Which is a completely different thing! I was this close," I pinched my index and thumb together in frustration,"this damn close to perfection! And all because some Greek twit decided to call two very different figures similar names!" As I finished my ravings, I felt two familiar mismatched eyes on me,watching with amusement.

I rolled my eyes at him, scribbled on a piece of parchment, and held it up to him to see.

Shut up. I only mucked up the 'I' and the 'A'.

I suddenly felt with dread something climbing up me , which almost sent me flying backwards if it weren't for Juliet holding my chair upright.

"What's wrong with you?" Asked Rosaline, a confused expression on her face.
"Something was climbing up my-" I broke off as I looked down at my lap to find a- very live looking parchment made cat.
As I reached out to touch it, the paper kitten unfolded, and a neatly written message could be read:
I didn't even learn for the test.
Was all it said.
I knew that this kind of advanced magic could only come from one person, but how he was able to do that was beyond me.