His Glowing Reputation
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
10,301
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
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Tom Riddle: Detention?!
Riddle managed to finish the fifth year level exam on time, feeling confident he had achieved an O (which stood for “Outstanding”) as he almost always does.
Jotting down his last sentence to one of the twenty elaborate questions, he heard a deep voice speak beside him from above, “What’s your excuse for being a quarter of an hour late, Tom?”
On the pretext of handing his paper to Dumbledore’s outstretched hand, Riddle bid his time. Then looked into the old man’s clear blue eyes while performing occlumency. “…I’ve just been busy, sir. There’s been schoolwork and friends to catch up with,” he casually responded.
Riddle rose in a relaxed posture, sure he was off the hook and gathered his books to leave. Turning around to depart Dumbledore spoke again, “I know you’re hiding a lot of things, Tom. Your relationships have nothing to do with friendship, something you sadly do not understand.”
Riddle was now genuinely nettled . He stopped and finally turned his full attention on his teacher. Feeling suspicious, his dark eyes narrowed. What could Dumbledore know? Did he somehow know he’d just had sex with Celeste Lovegood?…Or worse was he suspecting once again that he was the Heir of Slytherin unleashing the horrors on the school?
“I have work to complete, sir. I need to leave,” he reported in a cold, expressionless tone.
“Not until I have had my say, Tom. Now…I’ve been keeping an eye on you for I know you’re lieing about your activities. You have not been busy, rather pre-occupied with something. You were also late for an important exam. Therefore, I think it’s reasonable for you to have detention - Thursday evening - seven o’clock in my office.”
Riddle gulped, and glared at Dumbledore. He was speechless. In all his five years at Hogwarts he had never, ever been given detention!
Knowing it was pointless to argue he icily responded, “Yes, professor.”
Turning on his heel he left the room, furious.
Jotting down his last sentence to one of the twenty elaborate questions, he heard a deep voice speak beside him from above, “What’s your excuse for being a quarter of an hour late, Tom?”
On the pretext of handing his paper to Dumbledore’s outstretched hand, Riddle bid his time. Then looked into the old man’s clear blue eyes while performing occlumency. “…I’ve just been busy, sir. There’s been schoolwork and friends to catch up with,” he casually responded.
Riddle rose in a relaxed posture, sure he was off the hook and gathered his books to leave. Turning around to depart Dumbledore spoke again, “I know you’re hiding a lot of things, Tom. Your relationships have nothing to do with friendship, something you sadly do not understand.”
Riddle was now genuinely nettled . He stopped and finally turned his full attention on his teacher. Feeling suspicious, his dark eyes narrowed. What could Dumbledore know? Did he somehow know he’d just had sex with Celeste Lovegood?…Or worse was he suspecting once again that he was the Heir of Slytherin unleashing the horrors on the school?
“I have work to complete, sir. I need to leave,” he reported in a cold, expressionless tone.
“Not until I have had my say, Tom. Now…I’ve been keeping an eye on you for I know you’re lieing about your activities. You have not been busy, rather pre-occupied with something. You were also late for an important exam. Therefore, I think it’s reasonable for you to have detention - Thursday evening - seven o’clock in my office.”
Riddle gulped, and glared at Dumbledore. He was speechless. In all his five years at Hogwarts he had never, ever been given detention!
Knowing it was pointless to argue he icily responded, “Yes, professor.”
Turning on his heel he left the room, furious.