If You Could See it Through My Eyes (Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

I Reunite with My Crazy Roomies

Azalea POV*

Hogwarts.

Home.

Azalea breathed deeply, reveling in the cold night air and the powerful aura of magic that surrounded the school. She knew, as always, she would grow used to the tingling feeling of the air literally brimming with magic, but for now, it warmed her bones and made her smile.

It was a familiar feeling, one that Azalea always welcomed.

As usual, the Great Hall was decked out in all of its glory: floating candles, the night sky, and the teachers sitting regally at the Head table, looked down at all of the students as they sat down at their designated tables.

Azalea stopped near the far edge of the table, where her roommates chatted quietly amongst themselves, bored. She sat down on the edge of her friend group, next to Druella Rosier.

Druella's friend, Walburga Black, looked up from her handheld mirror that she had in her head. She smiled dazzlingly at Azalea. "Oh my gosh, Lea. You'll never guess what I found out."

Azalea rested her chin on her hand, watching as the first years walked up to the Sorting Hat. "What did you find out?"

Completely ignoring the Sorting Hat and its singing, Walburga forged on, pretending that nothing around her mattered. "I found out," she patted her hand on the table, as though doing some type of drumroll. "that someone got to hang out with Riddle today."

"Oh."

Druella giggled, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Ooo, who?"

Walburga giggled back flippantly, giving her a playful shove, "Her, silly." Azalea wanted to turn invisible and hide back on the train. Walburga clasped her hands, leaning forward expectantly and asked, "So? Did he actually talk to you? Or did he just read the entire time?" She sighed and murmured mostly to herself, "He's so smart."

"Um..." Azalea rubbed her arm. "Well, we talked a little." At their excited glances, Azalea assured, "But only to talk about our Prefect stuff."

Another girl, a girl named Jean Zograf, spoke up. "At least tell me that you at least brought up Wal; you know she's been wanting to talk to him forever."

Walburga crossed her arms. "I won't deny it, but do you really have to scream it to the world?"

Jean shrugged. "It's kind of obvious."

"Oh shut up."

Jean and Druella giggled, only to have the teachers shoot a glare at them. Reluctantly, the four of them fell into silence... well, as quiet as you can get when you shoot glances at each other and try not to smile.

We waited until the last person was Sorted ("Zabini, Alessandra!"), then Headmaster Dippet stood and addressed the student body.

Headmaster Armando Dippet was an old, frail man, who didn't seem to be capable of even moving around, much less running a school. He was balding, with a wispy, white beard, luxurious, blue and yellow embroidered robes, and kind, gingerbread colored eyes.

"Good evening students! Welcome to our newcomers, and welcome back to those of you who have been here before. Now, before we begin our feast, I would like to make a few announcements. Firstly, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest is strictly prohibited to all students unless you have specific permission from one of your professors."

"Lastly, I would like you all to welcome our new Charms teacher, Professor Niveous."

The woman in ice blue robes that stood looked extremely young, almost as though she had just got out of Hogwarts herself. At our smattered applause, her comely, coffee brown eyes studied the room, seemingly freezing whoever her gaze landed on. Her luscious, midnight black hair fell gracefully down her alabaster frame, giving her a ghostly appearance. Not that it did anything to diminish her beauty, however. As Azalea glanced around, she saw several boys staring at Niveous, even after she sat back in her seat.