Solving Riddle (Harry Potter Fan Fic)

22. The Mudboods Horrid Sight

The long awaited chapter!!! For me at least...  enjoy.

Nobody heard from her all day... Myrtle that is... it was relaxing to not hear the high pitched whines and moans emanating from the filthy girls mouth sounding throughout the corridors. "Wah, I might've missed question 40a on the charms exam, boo, I hate sitting in those exams!" she wasn't the one sitting through an exceptionally nasty portion of the N.E.W.T.'s at the moment.

Which (still unresolved) issue do most historians believe triggered the infamous goblin rebellion of 1612?

a. Lack of goblin representation on the Wizengamott?
b. Wizard attempts to enslave goblins and use as house-elves?
c. Wizard refusal to grant goblins the right to carry a wand?
d. Attempt of wizards to regain control of Gringotts Bank?
e. Series of brutal goblin-slayings by wizard murderer Yardley Platt

I took a deep breath and chose my answer, C. History of Magic was the worst, Professor Binns was beyond boring, the Ghost's were more lively than him! However, I still retained information like any other Ravenclaw. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Tom leaning back in his chair slightly  and brushing his quill with his fingers. One more question until I was finished with the ruddy test, but I kept on getting a nagging sensation, a distracting rush through my veins. "Alright! Everyone put down their quills! Yes, you too Donovan!" The person in the back groaned and dropped their quill, the professor collected every test and we were excused, Tom barely stopped to wait for me, I had to run to his side immediately while he held out his hand for me to grab.

"What do you gain from this? This relationship I mean," I looked up to him, his sharp jaw clenched as he gazed down at me.

"You'll find out soon enough," Tom smirked maliciously. As we passed Cassidy and Leonard, Tom kissed my cheek quickly and glared at Leonard who clenched his fist into Cassidy's palm. A rare laugh slipped from his throat, but not a friendly laugh. It was almost scary how much he relished the thought of Beau's jealousy.

Tom lead me into an empty corridor, then into a classroom where a table of his death eaters sat with two spaces left at the head of the table. Before sitting down, Tom hissed quietly into my ear, just so that I could only hear what he said, "you'll do everything in your power to be as clingy as possible, make me tell you to stop. Hug me, kiss me, do everything, just for a show," nodding, I took his arm, which bent in response, and wrapped my arm through his, snuggling to his neck.

Nott  smirked at the Ravenclaw attached to Tom's body. I took notice in all the boys expressions, some sat stiff, not daring to look up, others leaned forward, smiling at "Tom's Girl" with a dislike. I wouldn't give myself that title, I would attach "Tom's Girl" to me. It was all just a fake, so I'd keep myself out of the fake equation. "Demand attention from them, I want to see you take charge," Tom whispered, sending shivers down my spine.

"Nott, Avery, Lestrade, what makes you think you can slump in the presence of the Dark Lord?" the three of them straightned and Tom nodded approvingly. He sat me down then sat down himself. I took my arm from his a replaced it with grabbing his hand and intertwining his thin finger in mine as his followers looked at him with a reverence and me with an intimidation.

"We all know about the mudblood's horrid sight?" Tom smiled a most unpleasant smile, his followers smiled wryly. I myself was thorogly confused by this statement, for what mudblood? What was her sight? "Yes, she's dead as can be. And none of you know anything about who did it, how it happened, or similar,"

"Yes milord," came the simotanious response from the group. As I had no clue about who died and how, I chose to bow my head and squint at my neatly ironed skirt, taking my hands off him. His eyes narrowed at me threateningly, daring me to continue what I was doing.