" Harry, whether you believe it or not, at one time there was a chance where I thought Tom Riddle would of given up the Dark Arts" the messy, raven haired boy stared at his headmaster, the professor had a dazed look in his eyes like he was rememberi...
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A young girl with golden hair tied up in a messy ponytail, her thick curls barely contained by the thin rubber band that's keep her hair semi neat. Her alexandrite stone colored eyes captured anyone that looked into them. They memorized everyone that saw them, and soft, innocence that her eyes held people couldn't help but soften at the small girl with the goofy smile.
Right now that same girl was sitting in a compartment by herself, reading one of her brother's first year Defense Against The Dark Arts textbook that he had left behind when he moved. The girl didn't mind the quietness, she was quite shy herself and didn't feel the need to talk right now. She simply wanted to read and catch up on everything before the year even began.
Her nose was buried in a book when her compartment door slid open and a boy with dark curls stepped in. He paid her no more than a mere glance, and looked around the empty compartment before shutting the door and sitting across from her and opening a book she couldn't quite see the title of, but by the ripping cover and yellow tinted pages she saw when he flipped a page, she could tell it was well used and old.
He just started reading without even asking her to sit down or even come in, of course with her kind nature she would let him, but he could of asked. 'Men' she thought, with a roll of the eyes. Her brother was quite like this, ill mannered, blunt, and a little self centered. She loved her brother dearly, and he was a nice man, but he did and still acts like an eight year old boy sometimes.
Being the kind heart she was Evangeline Potter , the shy girl, closed her book and looked at the boy who didn't look up from the book since he sat down. His black hair was greased back, he obviously tried to make it look good, which was more than Evangeline could say. But from the small baby hairs the stuck up on his head, she knew he had curly hair no matter how hard he tried to contain it. He had pale skin but not sickly pale, just Irish skin. Not that, that mattered, she was Irish herself, and it was obvious he was too. She could also see the very light freckles that scattered the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. He also had on dark green and sliver themed robes and tie. She knew from his clothes he was indeed a Slytherin and that he was at least a second year if he was already sorted.
"Hello" Evangeline greeted, with a soft smile. The boy looked up, at first he was startled by the beauty of her eyes, they held so much emotion it almost made the boy jump. But he couldn't deny the absolute compelling eyes that the little first year had, making him interested in her then debating if he should talk to her. She had a 'couldn't care less I'm going to a magical wizarding and witch school' look about her, and Tom Riddle, the curly haired boy, only wanted to establish himself with the finest people. But if he truly wanted his plans to succeed he better start the charm early.
" Hello" he greeted back, his face void of emotion. He looked down at the book she had been so engrossed in before he came in. The Defense Against The Dark Arts caught his attention. It was an older version that's for sure but it was well kept and clean, he wondered why she would read that now if she was just going to learn it all over again.
