"YOU!"

"Who do you think you are?!" Notts drew her wand out as they had come far away from the castle, now standing by the black lake.

Morsia didn't flinch, she didn't even have her wand at ready.

"You'll pay for it!" Notts snarled at her. "Crucio!"

A Bright green light emerged from her wand blinding her vision, before she could see if she had aimed properly she felt an immense pain in her chest, and she collapsed to the ground.

Her wand was still in her hand, but she was squirming powerless like an earthworm that had met sunlight. Her scream was inaudible, meaning she couldn't let out any sound at all.

Riddle came running towards them, finally catching up after having a word with Professor Slughorn.

He looked at Morsia, who stood there wandless and down upon Notts who was gasping for breath, in agony.

Riddle drew out his wand and tried everything he knew, but Notts didn't budge out of her misery.

He looked upon Morsia, who seemed unbothered.

"What happened?" he finally asked her.

"I think she used a Cruciatus curse-- on herself," she replied calmly.

"What?!"

"I don't know, it seems she really is dumb," Morsia shrugged before walking away.

'The hell?' Riddle felt perplexed.

Just as she turned away, Notts had finally come to her senses although not fully.

"Wa'ur--Water please..." she was barely speaking laying on the ground helpless.

With a flick of his wand, Riddle conjured a goblet of water and gave it to her.

'what the fuck, this bitch--I have to follow her!' Riddle thought to himself feeling anxious.

After Notts seemed okay enough, he ran after Morsia.

He wouldn't have bothered helping her if they hadn't spotted together at Professor Slughorn's office.

'Just what the hell did she do?'

Morsia was standing aloof on the bridge looking down the black lake, her posture had an authoritative glimpse, and the breeze carried her loose strands of hair like a ghost.

"Hey!" Riddle called her out, out of breath from running.

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"Oh hey, Riddle" She smirked.

"Yes, what did you do to her?" he asked her, whatever she did was not something he was aware of and he died to know about it, he didn't like to feel inferior to her.

"What do you mean?"

"She did that to herself" She shook her dismissing his accusations.

"I know she is dumb, but she is not that dumb!" Riddle confronted her, losing patience.

"Yes, sadly I don't think anyone would believe you, Is there anyone whom you can tell something that involves an unforgivable curse?" she answered with a mockery in her tone.

Riddle gave her a mysterious smile before she turned her back and started walking away, he followed her.

"How did you do it?" He asked, his voice filled with a tint of admiration despite himself.

Morsia shook her head, "You should ask her"

"how to crucify thyself?"

"We should teach each other stuff, from one prefect to another maybe?" he turned toward her, now walking backward.

Just then some big beefy Gryffindor fifth-year bumped into him and spilled the water bucket he was carrying all over Riddle.

Riddle was soaking wet.

"Blimey, sorry there, Riddle! Didn't mean to give ya a start like that, I tell ya" the boy apologized trying to get Riddle's clothes neat once again as he drew his wand.

"No, Don't!" Riddle tried not to show his annoyance.

"Hello, Hagrid!" Morsia greeted him.

"Oh! Morsia! Good ter see ya! ---I'm truly sorry 'bout this, Riddle, I am." Hagrid half greeted and got back to apologizing to Riddle as he tried to dry himself up.

"Hold up, what's this Hagrid? because this smell--" Riddle felt nauseous.

"Oh about that" Hagrid hesitated.

"Let me help you" Morsia intervened drawing out her wand and helping Riddle dry himself up and smell better.

"What are you up to Hagrid?" Morsia asked him.

"Well, ya know, me little friend needs a bit o' feedin', ya see." he hushed.

Morsia and Hagrid got to know each other during their Defense against dark arts classes with Gryffindors. She had approached him, as he was the only one left alone, pair less.

He had told Morsia about a lot of things, some secrets that others wouldn't like to hear.

"Oh! Good luck with that, I will see you later," Morsia waved Hagrid goodbye and walked away with a rather confused Riddle.

"Since when did you become friends with him?" Riddle asked her in amusement.

"Unlike you, I'm friends with half of the school by now," she half smiled.

He felt threatened for some reason, is this a battle of superiority? he wondered.

"Just because they know you, doesn't mean they are your friends," he said, not wanting to make her feel full of herself.

Although he felt odd saying this.

"We might meet often since we're prefects" Riddle tried to get on her good side, after all, she seemed more than just a beautiful person. If anything he's concerned, he'd want to surround himself with more talented people who would comply with him.

"Yes, sadly" She arched her eyebrows at him.

"Hey, don't have anything against me, you might want my help sometime" he added, marking his superiority.

"Maybe"

Riddle had realized something. Whomever she is, she was only hiding her true powers like he has concealed his. There was no way for someone who looked as if they didn't actually belong in the wizarding world to perform advanced magic within a week, that's crazy. All he know now about Morsia was that she is either someone he should get on good terms with or avoid altogether but never to mess with.

This wasn't the first time he had seen her do something that seemed impossible.

The other day during a Defense against dark arts, he heard that she had effortlessly performed Non-verbal magic but he didn't believe it since they might've exaggerated it but now that he had seen it, he couldn't just walk away.

"Oh, by the way, Professor Slughorn told me that he'd like to see us at his club events," Riddle informed her.

"What club?"

"As funny as it may sound, it's the slug club which he had formed to chit chat and engage with his top students" he explained.

Morsia looked at him suspiciously.

"It's up to you whether or not to attend, the dinner party is on next weekend" he put it bluntly.

"I see, Are you going?" she inquired.

"Certainly"

"You can accompany me if you want" he added.

"It's kind of a self-help since I wouldn't want others nagging me to take them," he said looking for her approval.

"Fair enough" she nodded.