myra ; tom riddle

[44]

This is not how I wanted to spend the holidays.

I winced as the needle mother held in her hand slightly jabbed into my side instead of the fabric. She was pinning the annoyingly large dress to fit my body better, seeing as Rosalie's dress was nearly falling off of my body.

"Sorry," She muttered, ripping the pin out of my skin without hesitation. I would have worn my own dress to this idiotic ball Slughorn was hosting, but the few dresses I did have were too small for my body. Rosalie, on the other hand, had a closet full of dresses.

I looked down at the letter in my hands, rereading it for the fifth time hoping that perhaps the words would change and I would not be required to wear this uncomfortable dress.

Dearest Student,

You have been invited to the first Slug Club of the year. A ball in honor of the holidays. We will meet in the Great Hall the first night upon your arrival after the holiday break.

Please dress formally.

SLUGHORN

As expected, the line had not changed, and I was still standing here as mother fitted this obnoxious dress. Formal at Hogwarts meant dressing in dresses and suits. Unfortunately.

The dress helped show the curves my body had developed, and the breasts that were beginning to grow at a very slow pace. Most of the girls at Hogwarts loved the idea of showing off their breasts and curves. I did not.

"Are you almost done?" I asked, impatiently waiting to take off the dress so she could hem it to fit. I tossed the letter of the ground looking back in the mirror. Wearing a dress was an unnatural sight for me.

"Almost," She said, continuing to concentrate on taking the waist area in many inches.

"Why don't you invite Clarisse over for tea," Mother suggested. Clarisse. The only person I have ever considered a friend. Her presence had once annoyed me, but recently she had been taking me by surprise, doing things I would have never expected her to do.

For instance, attacking Avery before the break and leaving him with a black eye and broken nose. Despite both of us having detention for a week, it was worth it, in the end, to watch him have to admit that the mudblood had done it to him. He was completely humiliated.

"I'm around her enough at school," I said, not liking the idea of 'having tea' with Clarisse.

"She is a sweet girl," Mother said, smiling at the thought of Clarisse. Mother took a liking to just about anyone she met, quite the opposite of me. She was trusting, too trusting in my opinion.

I tensed up slightly as she adjusted a few strands of my hair that were out of place and tucking them neatly behind my ear.

"Getting dolled up for Riddle?" Spencer teased, his head peeking through the door frame.

Any emotion that I was feeling before had completely been replaced with rage.

"Take that back!" I exclaimed, grabbing one of my shoes and throwing it as hard as I could in his direction. I was aiming for his face, hoping it would wipe that stupid smirk away but he ducked in time running out of sight. I heard his footsteps slowly recede, still laughing after he had managed to slip out of the room.

"Riddle? I've heard you mention him a few times," Mother said, catching my eye contact in the mirror. She was interested in who he was, which was concerning.

"He is a classmate," I said sternly hoping she would leave it at that. Mother was persistent when it came to knowing about my life, and Spencer most certainly did not help the cause. He practically fueled her to ask questions like the agitator he was.

"Well, are you courting each other?" Mother asked, no longer interested in the dress.

"Mother!" I exclaimed in annoyance. The holidays had been awful this year, I had even considered taking Clarisse up on her offer to stay with her over the break. Clive endlessly talked about his girlfriend, Elle, and how much fun they had in between classes. Spencer had managed to set my hair on fire (twice) and made unnecessary comments about my period such as 'she's on the rag'. And, mother had asked me questions about my life at Hogwarts, constantly, hoping I would open up to her. Just like she was doing now.

"Sorry," She said, putting her hands up in defense. "All done."

I looked at the dress one last time before quickly slipping it off, dreading the ball Slughorn would be hosting tomorrow night.

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