His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Butter

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

22th November 2016
Tuesday

Aileen

Three weeks have past since that night, and the rumors of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's appearance at the Halloween Ball were still going around the student population.

Thank Merlin that Voldemort's true identity isn't common knowledge...
Although, some of the older Slytherin students have been either really on edge or completely over the moon of having seen The Dark Lord.

"I still think that what you did was reckless..." Aberforth muttered as he beat Simon at yet another game of magical chess.
"Well, it's not like many people know that it was Aileen, or that he used the Polyjuice Potion... Which raises another question..." Daniel joined into Aberforth's mutterings, and the two sent suspicious glances in my direction.

The four of us- Simon included, were currently lounging around in our room after an uneventful Defence Against The Dark Arts lesson with Slytherin.

We had long given up on spending our free time in the common room like we used to, it had become way too loud, and the atmosphere had started to resemble a Death Eater layer since some of the fourth and fifth years had taken it upon themselves to sit around in a corner and send death glares at whomever even breathed in their direction.
The word around Hogwarts was that Malcolm Wingate- one of the more rebellious of Ravenclaw's fourth years, had at some point announced that he would find and set 'the little bitch' straight who kneed him where the sun doesn't shine, and made him spend three hours cleaning out the dirty Potion cauldrons without magic.

"So, are you coming or not?" Daniel's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, for what seemed like the thousandth time today.
"If I say n-" I started to protest, just to be silenced by one of Aberforth's signature bored looks.
"Fine...let's go." I muttered in a resigned tone, and the three of us- Simon had decided to go look for his two companions after we left the Ravenclaw tower, made our way towards the library to meet Rose and the others.

It had become somewhat of an unspoken agreement that the six of us; Rosaline and Daniel, Juliet and Aberforth, and of course Cordelia and myself, would spend our time together by helping each other with homework, and talking about what we wanted to be when we grow up.

Rosaline and Daniel seemed to always end up talking about something gore related, to which they then almost demand some sort of information from either myself, Juliet or Aberforth and the latter two unhappily answered their questions.

"Why can't we just go down to the lake and finish the assignments there?!" Aberforth's annoyed voice echoed through the nearly deserted corridor.
"I told you that already," Daniel started as two Hufflepuff second years walked past us, whispering excitedly to each other while sneaking glances in our general direction.
"It would be awkward if it were just the two of us, besides," Daniel continued, then stopped shortly to face the two of us.
"Don't think that I haven't noticed you and Juliet talking about Muggle movies," he said with a mischievous smile as he pointed his finger at a grumbling Aberforth.
"And you," Daniel continued he turned to me with an all knowing smile, "you and Cordelia have finally started to talk about something besides assignments and the latest Merfolk assault against the Slytherin dormitory!"
"It wasn't an assault, the-" I started to protest, just to get Aberforth's elbow unceremoniously jabbed into my ribs, followed by a whispered; "Let's just go along, or he'll never shut up."

Childhood isn't as picture perfect as it's made up to be...at least not in a place like Hogwarts.

"What are we standing around in the middle of the corridor for? Let's go!" I announced with as much bravado in my voice as I could currently muster, which earned me a bright smile from Daniel, a clap on the back from Aberforth, and the three of us silently resumed our walk to the Library.

Cordelia

I was thrust unceremoniously under the library table and slammed my forehead on someone's knee.
"Ouch!" We both hissed in unison.
"Rose, Cordelia, shut up!" Juliet hissed, her harsh urgency meaning only one thing.

Sure enough,the chairs to my right were crassly scraped back and large amounts of big feet filled my vision. Juliet and Rose's legs tensed as the deep voices of the boys overtook the sudden silence that came across the three of us. I could imagine my friends staring intently at their textbooks, their hearts beating as hard as mine.

"No luck finding that bitch of yours?" Asked one boy, his voice filled with cruel amusement.
I relaxed my muscles slightly . The molester (whom I learnt was Malcolm Wingate from Ravenclaw) was sentenced to three hours worth of cleaning by my brother the next day for the last three weeks. I had sought him out to make sure that he didn't know my identity- l mean really, did I want to make my debut impression on this school as the weak girl that needed saving?

But two days after, I was pushed forward in the corridors by a frantic Juliet who hissed at me to run after a loud "There you are, you little whore!" was declared in the corridors. Luckily in the chase he didn't catch a glimpse of my face but that close call forced me to keep a low profile.

In a sort of a funny and twisted way, it was kind of like a fairy tale, the love struck prince trying to find the mysterious princess who keeps running away.
How romantic.
Not.

"Does it look like it? My muscles have been sore for three weeks because of that uprighteous little bitch! I'm telling you, once I find her, I'm going to put her in her rightful place!"

"Hey, do you think that chick over there is her?"

My heart started to thump erratically, thinking that they had somehow found me. But after a few seconds of nothing, it dawned on me that they were looking at Rose. We were dressed similarly -long,black hair with pale make up- and on the night my boots matched her height so it was understandable that she could pass as me.

Understandable, but not acceptable.

I was about to leap to my feet to declare myself but was stopped by Juliet's contemptuous voice.

"What the hell are you staring at, punks?"

After a tense moment, the boys grunted and turned their attention away from Rose.
I breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's not her."
"But the blonde? Wasn't she with her in the corridors?"
"True dat. Hey, kid," Malcolm called.

The only response was a turn of a page and a bored yawn.
"Kid? First year? Hello? Oh Juliet," he added after presumably looking at the name written on her books.

Juliet heaved an overly exaggerated sigh.
"WHAT," she said in a harassed tone.
I heard a lone wolf whistle and a few chortles of laughter.

"Hey, what's your friend's name?"
"This is Rosaline but we call her Rose," Juliet said politely, though there was a certain air of obnoxiousness as she spoke.
"Not her! The dark haired one who wore a pirate's outfit."
"Rose was a Japanese ghost, weren't you Rose? Sorry, I think you're thinking of the wrong girl."
"Don't you have another friend with dark hair?"
"Friend? I'm friends with everyone, buddy you've got to be more specific than that."
"The friend with you in the corridors last Friday!"
"Last Friday? Ohhhh- that's Rose!"
"Ok, listen here you-"
"Hey Rose!" Daniel During's chirpy voice cut through the tension like a blunt blade.
"Sorry for the wait Aberforth was being unrea-"
A sudden, sharp pain went through my hand and forced a loud yelp through my lips as the chair that Daniel was pulling out smashed against my hand.

I swear the whole room went quiet.
The atmosphere suddenly felt like it was replaced with a block of butter-thick and impossible to breath.
And I was trapped in that block of butter, ready to be sliced and diced to be eaten on toast.

Oh dear.