Leah Riddle: Riddle me This (Book 2)

Chapter 57

"That's rough," Violet said, walking into my room.

 "We'll have to make sure we're alone when I catch fire," I said.

 "Easier said than done," she frowned.

 "You know, I think my next tests are just surveillance," I mused.

 "Probably... maybe some writing prompts or more questioning," Violet sighed, sitting on the empty bed next to mine. Someone had set up emerald sheets and a black comforter on my bed, and there was a picture of Pansy and I on the small little table.

 "I bet Dumbledore sent that," Violet smiled.

 "He probably did," I laughed.

 "Hey, wanna verse me in MW3?" she asked with a dark smirk.

"In what?" I asked.

 "Modern Warfare 3...you know Call of Duty...Xbox?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

 "Oh...Muggle stuff," I scrunched up my nose.

 "Forget about your death eater life and come have some fun," she laughed, dragging me out of the door. We walked down to the rec room and I fingered the ring Draco gave me. I really wanted to talk to him...I barely spoke to him this morning...I didn't get to say goodbye or even kiss him. 

 "You look guilty," Violet said.

 I shrugged and she sat down on the couch.

 "Oh, I didn't introduce you to everyone! You see the person muttering to herself? That's Adriatic Trelawney," she said. The woman would have been beautiful if she didn't look so...insane.

 "Oh my God, Sybill Trelawney is my Divination professor! Are they related?" I asked.

 "I believe so," she nodded.

 "Sisters?"

 "I think they're cousins?"

 "Interesting..." I nodded.

 "That man over there is Gilderoy Lockhart, you know the famous author? He came here when I was about twelve...something about a Hogwarts accident. Anyway, he's here because he has no recollection of anything he's done," Violet sighed.

 "That couple over there were tortured so badly that they went mentally ill. They're nothing but basically lifeless shells," she said sadly.

 "Who are they?" I asked.

 "Alice and Frank Longbottom," she said and my eyebrows shot up. That's why Neville was so mad about the brains addled with magic joke! That's exactly what happened to his parents.

 "Who tortured them?" I asked.

 "Bellatrix Lestrange...you know her?" Violet asked.

 "You could say that."

 "What about Neville? I know he attends Hogwarts," Violet said.

 "I hate Gryffindor's," I said and she laughed.

 "Completely understandable," she nodded.

 "What about that guy?" I asked.

 "He claims he sees dead people. They figured he just had imaginary friends when he was a little boy, but they did some tests and found out that he was actually serious. He's our age now," she said, and I stared at him with interest. I wonder if he actually does see dead people. He had silvery hair and light eyes that were fixed on the doorway, slightly narrowed. His skin was naturally tan and he was admittedly gorgeous. As if he felt my gaze, his eyes moved over to me and we locked eyes. I couldn't look away; I didn't want to. I started seeing tunnel vision, and all of a sudden, there were other people in the room. They were...ghostly and slightly grey and blue. One of them was Alex. He stared at me with a half-smile on his lips and a relaxed posture. The next person I saw was Clementine, and Lamoure soon after. Then came Barty. I put my hands to my mouth and felt tears form in my eyes.