Masquerade- Tom Riddle Fanfiction

The Quidditch Match

     "Why are you wet?" came Will's blunt question, as I scowled; glaring at Riddle's direction. 

   "I don't know-- what a mystery, what a Riddle!" I said rather loudly, making Tom's eyebrows arch upwards. We were all currently in Defense Against The Dark Arts, as I was trying to test the theory if my glare was hot enough to sear the back of his head. 

   "Class has already begun," Professor Merrythought said crossly, rapping her wand against the desk smartly. Giving me a last glare, she turned back to the desk, and flicked her wand casually-the board instantly covered with writing. "Copy these onto your parchments and for homework, read Chapter Fifteen in your copies of "Defense Against the Dark Arts Grade Six." 

   The class grumbled, as thirty minutes later, we all spilled out of the doorway; massaging our aching wrists with our bags even heavier than usual with the tons of homework that was assigned to us. 

    "That witch," Will mumbled under his breath, "I think my wrist will never hold a quill the same way ever again." 

   Izzy rolled her eyes, bumping him playfully. "Come on, cheer up, Will-- at least tomorrow is our first Quidditch Match-- you will be the youngest Seeker on the team!" 

   "Oh, don't remind me," Will mumbled, banging his head against the wall, "we are playing Gryffindor-- we are going to be crushed-- absolutely crushed." 

    Izzy looked scandalized. "Well, whatever do you mean?" she inquired, "Hufflepuff has been playing through all manners of weather!" 

   Will groaned, "Helen Abott-- our Keeper is out sick with dragon pox-- she is not going to return until next week and our new Keeper is completely incompetent!" 

   "Well, she can't be that bad," I tried to console Will. 

   His head turned to face me slowly. "She crashed into a tree because she rode on her broom backwards," he said with agonizing slowness; making me wince. "I stand corrected-- you are going to lose so badly," I said sympathetically, patting him on the back. 

   "Addie!" Izzy said crossly, smacking me in the arm. 

  "Alright, fine," I said, holding up my hands in surrender, "but at least you will lose with dignity." 

  "I think he lost that a long time ago," I heard a Gryffindor chortle as he strolled past us; as I shot him a venomous glare. 

  "It's fine, Addie," he said, his shoulders sagging, "I know we can't beat them." 

  "No," I shook my head, "but you are going to play against them nevertheless-- who knows? Maybe Abott has some unseen prodigy genius powers that she is waiting to unleash." 

   Despite himself, Will cracked a smile. "Come on, Will," I said, guiding him towards the Great Hall for dinner, "if we hurry, we might be able to see Abraxas Malfoy eat the soup that I put beetles in...."