His ( A Tom Riddle Love Story)

CHAPTER TWO

Chapter 2

Suddenly everything erupted in fire around us and then we were in a big room. It was a large and beautiful circular room with little strange bell noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke.

The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tainted wizard's hat.

That must be the sorting hat.

"Welcome, Miss. Rowan," I turned around to see an old looking man with a long beard and wisdom in his brown eyes.

"Hello sir," I said politely while nodding my head towards him.

"So this is the famous Cindria, Tom talked about you often."

I blushed a little and smiled, hoping that he wouldn't notice. If he did, he didn't say anything about it, he turned around and gently took the sorting hat off the shelf.

Professor Dumbledore directed me towards a stool on the ground. I sat down and suddenly my eyes were blocked as I felt the sorting hat being placed over my head.

"Oh hello, is this a newcomer? I wonder why I didn't see you at the beginning of the year. Oh wait never mind, you were busy getting beat up by your adopted father."

I threw the hat off of my head and looked at it in shock.

"Perhaps we should've told you that the sorting hat could read your mind."

"Oh I know it could read minds, Tom told me. I just didn't know it would be so blunt about everything," I said while picking up the hat.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me." And with that, I plopped the hat right onto my head and was met with darkness.

"Oh it's you again, you know it hurts when being abruptly thrown to the ground."

Sorry I didn't mean too.

"Ah, well since you're apologizing, I guess I'll have to forgive you. Now let's see, oh look here, you're friends with Tom Riddle. He thought about you non-stop when I was sorting him. Cindria this Cindria that, he didn't even give me a time of day, plus I only had to look through his mind for a short second to see where he belonged. He is Salazar Slytherin's heir after all."

Do I belong there too?

"You, well you look like you can be a good Gryffindor, you're brave but you're also smart, you'd fit in Ravenclaw just fine. But you're also very nice and charming, and that's basically Hufflepuff right there! You have nothing in common with Slytherin except I have a gut feeling that you belong there."

I didn't know hats had guts.

"Thanks. Thanks a lot. You know hats have feelings too, right?"

Sorry, but I didn't know that either.

"Well, I have much better things to do so SLYTHERIN."

So I guess you decided to go with your gut feeling.

"Why do I feel like you're being sarcastic, wait never mind it's because you are."

Still sorry.

"Take me off already, it's been nice knowing you Ms. Rowan, I hope we get to talk again soon."

Bye.

And with that last thought, I took off the hat and handed it to Headmaster Dippet. "Well, you certainly took a long time under there."

"The sorting hat is quite interesting and I'd love to converse with it again sometime," I said thoughtfully while looking at the old hat that now rested on the shelf.

Snarky old hats with attitudes are kind of nice.

Both professors laughed before turning to each other. "I'll be on my way now, Miss. Rowan. I hope to see you in my class in a couple of days, you'll be entering the 6th year Slytherins. Professor Dippet has called for Tom to come show you the way, we told him he'd have to pick up a student, and we didn't necessarily say it was you," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.

I could only smile and think about how wonderful it would be to finally see Tom again.

"I shall escort you down the hall, there we'll have to part ways and Tom will come and show you where the Slytherin Common room is," Dumbledore said while walking towards the exit door.

I nodded at Headmaster Dippet and wished him goodnight before following Professor Dumbledore out the door and down the stairs.

We walked for a bit and I could only stare at the corridors in fascination and awe. Sure, Tom tried to be descriptive as possible but imagination can only take you so far.

Right now, living it and actually seeing the inside was probably the third best thing that happened to me.

First being, meeting Tom of course, and second figuring out that I was a witch.

"This is where I must leave you, Tom should be here in about a minute or so. I wish you goodnight, Miss. Rowan," Dumbledore said and with that, he left with his cape billowing after him.

I stood by the knight armor in silence until I heard footsteps. My heart started to bang terribly in my chest and I was afraid that I'd get a heart attack.

Was that Tom?

I was finally going to see him after so many years.

Tom's POV

I muttered to myself in frustration as I walked down the silent corridors and towards Professor Dippet's Office. Why did they have to choose me of all other prefects? I was just about to go down to the Chamber of Secrets and see my basilisk.

I walked down the hallway and then I saw the back of a girl with long black hair. What was she doing there? Students weren't allowed to wander at night time, was this the student that I was supposed to pick up?

I stared at her in curiosity before she turned around and I almost choked on air. There standing before me was the prettiest girl I've laid my eyes on before.

Cindria.

My eyes widened, I took an intake of air, and I could only stare at her in shock. Was this a dream? It wouldn't be the first time for me to dream about Cindria.

Her hair was somewhat shorter and reached to her chest but still fell down in waves. Her eyes were more oval shaped but her blue eyes still stood out like nothing else. Her face was still a little pale and her lips were still small, red, and plump.

Her figure was just as thin as I last remembered but looked much more womanly. She grew about three inches more and now stood about 5'4 way short than my 5'9 height.

She was much more beautiful than I remembered.

Her smile was slow but it was still the same from back then and still brought butterflies to stomach when just looking at her.

"Hello, Tom."

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