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

We Break Into a Teacher's Office

HEY GUYS

ANYWAYS, JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I WILL NOT BE EDITING THIS PART, AT LEAST NOT AT THE MOMENT, BECAUSE I AM BEHIND ON MY ACTUAL UPDATING. THIS MEANS THAT MY WRITING IN THIS PART IS EXTRA CRAPPY AND I APOLOGIZE.

Tom POV

I was sitting, yet again, in the library. This time, though, I was doing my homework. The common room was too loud for me to concentrate; sure, I could tell them off, and they'd probably listen to me, but that took energy and I was too lazy for that today.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts homework I was working on was rather fascinating, really; eidolons. They were spirits that took control of humans, and sometimes machines, and used them for their own schemes, usually not good. The effects, I had discovered, were much more powerful than the Imperius Curse, which baffled me.

I was startled out of my writing. Makena had sat down on the opposite side of the table, and pulled out a thick book, parchment, and a quill from a bag that I had no idea she had acquired it from. Maybe Roan had given it to her, I thought.

I opened my mouth to tell her to leave, but though better of it. She was being almost completely silent, save for the occasional scratching of her quill, so there was no reason for her to leave.

However, as I went back to my essay on theories of how to dislodge eidolons from human hosts, her presence was rather distracting. Just Makena being there made it feel like someone was constantly watching me, judging me. I looked up to see if Makena was, indeed, staring at me, but she wasn't. 

Her long, golden hair was tied into a messy bun, but several strands had fallen out. As I watched, Makena brushed an awry strand of hair out of her face. Following her hand, I saw her leather beaded necklace. There were five wooden beads on it; a snowflake, something that looked like a half animal, half human, a trident, a flower, and a fire. I had always wondered what they meant; she had gotten one each year she went to camp, but I had always forgotten to ask her. 

A movement caught my eye; I looked up slightly to see Makena biting her lip. Her lips were rather full; I wondered if she was wearing any type of make-up that made it seem that way, but I didn't think so. Her piercing, grey eyes scanned the pages of her book slowly, occasionally darted to her parchment to write something down. 

I blinked, shaking myself out of my reverie. "What are you reading?" I asked her.

Makena looked up, making eye contact with me. I noticed that her irises, that were in sharp relief just moments before, softened a bit. "Accomplishments of Albus Dumbledore."

I wrinkled my nose. "Aren't you supposed to be working on something?"

Makena nodded. "Oh, yes, I'm supposed to be working on a great and many things, however, I am doing something essential that will benefit me in the long run."

"Which is?"

"Procrastinating." 

I rolled my eyes, and was about to say something, when Roan barreled into the section of the library. He didn't stop, though, running right into one of the shelves.

"Ow," he groaned, getting up from the floor. 

"Go away," I responded, not looking up from my book.

"No," he jumped, clapping his hands together. "Because I have an idea, but I need your guys' help."

Makena and I both replied at the same time. "No."

Roan huffed. "Come on! Can you hear the plan first, at least?"

"Fine."

"Okay," Roan rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Here it is; Makena's supposedly a witch, right? So what if we sneak into the Headmaster's office and Sort her, so if anyone asks her what house she's in you can tell them!"

I didn't like that idea. "Makena's most likely to be a Slytherin. And how would I even help you?"

Roan rolled his eyes like it was obvious. "Because you're the only one that knows the password. And you don't want to do this just because if she really does turn out to be a Slytherin, it's your house that's going to get points docked from it."

I crossed my arms. "What do you think?" I asked Makena.

Makena was silent for a moment, pondering it. "I honestly am curious as to what house I would be in." she said quietly. 

"Let's do it!"

We snuck into the Headmaster's office without anyone seeing us. "Earlobe," I whispered, and the griffin jumped aside, and we walked up the steps. 

Roan snickered. "Why is the password earlobe?"

I shrugged. "I have no idea."

I scanned the circular room, looking for the tattered Sorting hat. "There." I pointed to it, on the far side of the wall.

Roan grabbed the hat. Instead of being normal and putting it on her head, however, he gestured for us to stand five feet away from him. 

Roan stood regally, and grabbed a stool from below the hat, and placed the Sorting hat on the stool. He pretend to open a scroll, and in a terrible English accent, called, "Iodine, Makena."

Makena rolled her eyes, but sat on the stool. The Sorting hat was on her head for only a millisecond before calling out, "GRYFFINDOR!" 

All of our eyes widened, as Makena plucked the hat off her head and stashed it back on the shelf. 

Roan nodded, seemingly impressed. "Unexpected, but wonderful nonetheless," he mused in his horrible English accent. "Welcome to the lions!"

"Grand," I muttered, then louder I said, "Let's get going, I don't want to get caught with you hooligans."

Sorry, that was a shorter one. Only 916 words. Oops. My next part should be longer, but I don't know for sure. Question:

Do you think I put Makena in the right house?