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

We Walk Through Creepy Halls and Gossip

Azalea POV

"Alright, students! Listen up." Dippet announced. We looked up from our breakfast, and he cleared his throat before continuing. "As you know, our Head Boy and Girl have been working diligently to arrange the annual Winter Solstice Ball.  They have just informed me of their plans."

Dippet unfolded a piece of parchment from his pocket, and read aloud, "As always, students from fifth through seventh year are aloud to attend the Winter Solstice ball on December 21, from 7:00 p.m. to 2:00 a.m. Seventh years are required to attend.

"This is a formal occasion, so please dress appropriately. Students are also highly encouraged to come in pairs. There will be a Wizard band, who it is it undecided, as well as a Muggle disk jockey. You are welcome to give song requests, but make sure all of the suggestions are given before December 18th, as to ensure we will have the songs at hand. Anyone not able to attend will be able to listen to the songs, as there will be magically programmed radios available, which will be handed out by your Head of House."

Dippet refolded the paper. "Well, there you have it. While I'm here, I suppose I will remind you that the first Hogsmeade trip for the year will be held on October 30th, the day before the Halloween feast. Students are reminded that first and second years are not aloud on this trip, and that you are only allowed to attend if you have your permission slip. Thank you, and you may continue eating." 

"Who are you going to ask?"

Estelle and I sat together at Transfiguration, trying to turn a lovebird into a love note. Estelle had somehow managed to make ink appear at the bottom of the bird's feet, so her desk was a black and sticky, with the bird hopping back and forth across it.

I shrugged. "It's too early to decide that."

Estelle tapped her wand to her chin thoughtfully. "I'm going to try and get a date to Hogsmeade first. Hopefully, if we hit off, I'll actually be able to bring my boyfriend to the Ball, and not just some desperate boy."

"That's a good idea. Can I steal it?"

"Sure," Estelle laughed.

"Notautavis!" I exclaimed, and the lovebird turned into a note... with wings.

"So close, Ms. Malfoy," Dumbledore said. "Homework for tonight- practice."

The bell rang, and I grabbed my stuff, heading for dinner. All around me, people gossiped about who was going with who and what dress they were wearing. Across from the table, Penelope Parkinson loudly and not-so-subtly challenged Walburga.

"I just can't wait for the ball," she was saying. "When Riddle asks me out, we'll have the best night." Parkinson sighed dramatically. "I just feeling bad for the other girls who think they'll have a shot at dancing with him. He'll be too preoccupied with me for the entire night!" Parkinson and her friends burst into fits of giggles, strongly implying that they wouldn't only be dancing.

I made a face, then looked over at Riddle, who was seemingly indifferent to the conversation, if he even heard it at all. I doubt he did; he had his nose stuck in a book. (What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle. Okay, I'll stop now.)

Walburga, who was sitting across from me, grumbled. "That slut. She's retarded to think that Riddle would ever want to do anything with her."

"Oh, and I suppose you'll have a better chance with him?" Chandra asked.

Walburga sniffed. "Why? Are you going to ask him?"

Chandra laughed. "Of course not."

"Then who are you asking?" Jean asked.