Might yet be rescued.
Title: Might yet be rescued.
Character(s): Minerva McGonagall/Tom Riddle
Prompt: did you see what I did?
Rating: R
Word Count: 368
Summary: An outburst of Tom’s.
Author's Notes: None.
Fuck you, Avery! comes the shout of the sloe-eyed fifth year called Tom Riddle, and the heads of everyone in the Great Hall whip up. Minerva is included, though she has been engrossed in not smearing butter or toast crumbs on her Potions textbook, because any disruption of her breakfast and studying period is not only an irritant to her peace and quiet, but her responsibility, as well-she is Head Girl this year, which, only in September, looks to be shaping up as quite the task indeed.
Tom Riddle is standing, having upended the Avery in question’s plate of bacon and eggs, his eyes the color of ebony flashing in the morning light. Avery is already begging for a reprieve, apologizing to the Slytherin King, who lords over his house with a skill and charm hitherto unseen in any boy of only fifteen-a skill Minerva’s mentor, Dumbledore, has warned her about, in their late afternoon chats in his office.
Tom Riddle is standing, and Dippet is hurrying over to reprimand the handsome boy with the obscene mouth who has caused the uproar, and then Minerva, too, is heading over, because she is Head Girl and she sees that she, too, must have a hand in this.
Apologize to Mr. Avery, says Dippet, and Minerva, behind him, nods sagely, and Riddle grinds out an insincere sorry before glaring at the headmaster’s stooped, retreating back, and then muttering to Minerva, left standing awkwardly by his seat, What do you want?
Nothing, Minerva says, flushing, and Riddle arches his eyebrow at her before pushing past her and heading out of the Great Hall towards the dungeons, where he is surely cooking up some nefarious plot. Minerva watches, shaking her head, and as the other students begin to rise and leave for their first classes of the day, she joins them, watching Riddle hurry away in the distance.
Dumbledore is at her side in an instant, his blue eyes twinkling down at her, and he asks her if she saw what he did-a boy on a path of destruction-and Minerva smiles back at him, and says, no, she didn’t-I saw a boy who might yet be rescued.
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Character(s): Minerva McGonagall/Tom Riddle
Prompt: did you see what I did?
Rating: R
Word Count: 368
Summary: An outburst of Tom’s.
Author's Notes: None.
Fuck you, Avery! comes the shout of the sloe-eyed fifth year called Tom Riddle, and the heads of everyone in the Great Hall whip up. Minerva is included, though she has been engrossed in not smearing butter or toast crumbs on her Potions textbook, because any disruption of her breakfast and studying period is not only an irritant to her peace and quiet, but her responsibility, as well-she is Head Girl this year, which, only in September, looks to be shaping up as quite the task indeed.
Tom Riddle is standing, having upended the Avery in question’s plate of bacon and eggs, his eyes the color of ebony flashing in the morning light. Avery is already begging for a reprieve, apologizing to the Slytherin King, who lords over his house with a skill and charm hitherto unseen in any boy of only fifteen-a skill Minerva’s mentor, Dumbledore, has warned her about, in their late afternoon chats in his office.
Tom Riddle is standing, and Dippet is hurrying over to reprimand the handsome boy with the obscene mouth who has caused the uproar, and then Minerva, too, is heading over, because she is Head Girl and she sees that she, too, must have a hand in this.
Apologize to Mr. Avery, says Dippet, and Minerva, behind him, nods sagely, and Riddle grinds out an insincere sorry before glaring at the headmaster’s stooped, retreating back, and then muttering to Minerva, left standing awkwardly by his seat, What do you want?
Nothing, Minerva says, flushing, and Riddle arches his eyebrow at her before pushing past her and heading out of the Great Hall towards the dungeons, where he is surely cooking up some nefarious plot. Minerva watches, shaking her head, and as the other students begin to rise and leave for their first classes of the day, she joins them, watching Riddle hurry away in the distance.
Dumbledore is at her side in an instant, his blue eyes twinkling down at her, and he asks her if she saw what he did-a boy on a path of destruction-and Minerva smiles back at him, and says, no, she didn’t-I saw a boy who might yet be rescued.
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