"Riddle, Y/N!" I could see a look of interest on Dumbledore's face, and I mentally put up my Occlumency screens. Thank Tom for that. "SLYTHERIN!" ˚➶ ｡˚ "Yes, Professor?" I question, letting a wave of calmness wash over my face. "Miss...?" "Riddle, sir, Y/N Riddle," I reply. "Miss..Riddle," began Professor Snape as I internally scoffed. He knew who I was, "and why are you... doodling?" If this was his attempt at making Slytherin - his own house - loose points, he was failing. "Taking notes, sir." He simply sneered, before walking away, black robes glimmering. "Mister Potter," this time, Snape attacked a gryffindor. "Now tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" "I don't know sir," answered Potter, just as I whispered to the Malfoy sitting beside me, "Draught of living death. You'd think he'd read the textbooks once at least, right?" "Y-yeah," stuttered Draco. I had already pulled him towards my cause, telling him, exactly, 'Don't bully the Potter too much. We need him...gullible, so he listens to the old coot. Then, then only, we'll strike.' "It looks like fame doesn't bring everything," sneered Snape. "One point from Gryffindor; Riddle, would you be so kind as to share to us what you find oh-so-entertaining?" "You'd get the draught of living death," I explained. "Excuse me?" "You'd get the draught of living death," I repeated. His upper lip quiverred for a second, "five points to Slytherin." ˚➶ ｡˚ "Tested you on the first day?" Tom asks me, stroking my hair. "You better have done well." "I did," I say proudly. "Got Slytherin five points!" "So that's why our counter went up," mused Mattheo. "Good job, little snake." "Thanks Matt," I whisper. 'Good job, heiress.' I heard a light slithering and turned to the ginormous portrait of Salazaar Slytherin. I noticed how almost all of the Slytherins turned in awe to look at the portrait, but he kept on his stoic expression. Word count: 327
