Karamakov•Tom Riddle FanFiction

At Least It Was Here

Friends... aren't they felicitous?

It was after the third lesson of an already long day when Kenna received the letter.

Her owl, Timber, who had recently restored his loyalty to her, came fluttering into her dorm room as Kenna searched for her DADA book.

The letter was from Dumbledore, who Kenna had been hearing little to nothing from, asking her to come to his office instead of her fourth lesson.

Naturally, she was relieved. It was a blessing for her to miss any lesson and it was no use trying to convince herself any different, no matter how many times she said, "School is important, Hanna."

So, just as her fourth lesson was commencing, Kenna hid the locket securely in her dorm and hurried to Dumbledore's office.

When she got there, the door was already wide open and there were two voices chatting lowly inside.

Politely, she knocked, alerting the professor of her presence, and stepped inside.

Standing in front of Dumbledore's desk, a tall, light brown-skinned boy turned her way, and regarded her with a warm smile.

However, he would be better described as a young man than a boy. Immediately, the stranger paced towards her, on extremely long legs, and stuck out a hand.

"Caleb," he introduced, "Caleb King."

Kenna took the young man's firm hand and shook lightly. "Kenna Karamakov."

A smile grew on his kind face. "I know," he told her and something in his voice made Kenna smile back.

Soundlessly, Dumbledore rose from his chair and walked over to where the two people stood.

"Oh, good, introductions have been made," the professor said happily. "Now, Kenna, the reason I have both you Caleb here is because he will be your new tutor!"

Kenna's first reaction was to scoff. "The last time you gave me a tutor, he turned out to be a cold-blood murderer," she recalled, before remember Caleb was beside her.

As she looked nervously sideways, she saw that Caleb hadn't reacted to her words, only smiling when he caught her gaze.

"Besides," Kenna continued,"I don't need a new tutor. In fact, if I recall correctly, I didn't really need one in the first place."

"That was before your Banshee powers came to light," Dumbledore replied, nonchalantly.

Kenna gasped audibly. "Dumbledore!" She exclaimed as her gaze turned to Caleb.

However, he was still standing there, listening but not involving himself in the conversation.

But the blood was still rushed to Kenna's cheeks, as a result of how much the professor had surprised her.

How could he be so careless?

"No, Kenna, do not worry. My friend, Caleb here, knows everything," Dumbledore explained quickly, his voice full of light humour.

If possible, Kenna's eyebrows drew closer together. "You told him everything? He's a complete stranger!" She exclaimed, her arms flailing.