One

The Assignment

  Rosalie Grindelwald came down with a shock, her stomach still in a mess of knots from the fall- if you could call apparition a fall. Her head was invaded with a ping of pain, shooting through the left side. She held her hand to her forehead.

  The girl steadied herself, blinking her eyes open and allowing the sun to pool into them, taking in the scenery of the grassy field she stood on. It was still warm, being early September. Rosalie felt the orange warmth soak into her skin until she was fully awake.

  She recognised the castle the moment her eyes landed on it. Her feet moved before her brain could, and she was soon on her way through the twisting corridors of the stone building. She could feel the very history at her fingertips. Rosalie could barely recall how old the castle was, but she had heard of the school's greatness.

  The hallways were crowded due to it being the first day of school, and Rosalie found that she had arrived later than she had hoped. Her first day at a new school and she was already falling behind, what would her father think? 

  She stopped a girl in a blue accented uniform, softly touching her arm.

  "Excuse me, but could you point me in the direction of the Headmaster's office?" Rosalie asked politely, the girl smiled graciously, glad she could be of any help as she informed Rosalie where to go, three classrooms in the right direction and to the staircase.

  Rosalie thanked her and went on her way, the words of what her father had said to her this morning bouncing around in her head. Rosalie was surprised she was even here, it was rare for her father to let her stray so far from their home in Hungary.

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  "Rosie, my dear. Come here, why don't you?" Her father called her over from her spot on the reading chair, where Rosalie was usually curled up with a book on some form of magic. She was happening to read over horcruxes.

  Her father had his followers over, they were seated at a round table, discussing something that Rosalie would prefer not to hear, how they were planning on oppressing the muggles for the greater good of the wizarding society. The thought of it made her feel sick. Rosalie's father thought her weak because of that exact nature.

  Nevertheless, She got up from her chair, eager in why he had called her over, as it was unusual. His high followers at the table spoke among themselves, also curious of Rosalie. Father put his hand on her arm comfortingly.

  "You've been homeschooled for seventeen years. How would you like it to go to a real school?" He said kindly. He always spoke kindly to her, which was what scared her. Rosalie knew his true intentions, which she stayed far away from.

  Rosalie could feel a smile grow on her face without a whim to stop it. She looked at him carefully, wondering if this was some kind of mean joke.

  "Really father?" She asked quickly, she put her entire gaze on him hopefully.

  "Of course my dear. I believe you're ready for it." He looked over to his colleagues who shrugged their shoulders, not against the idea that her father had. Though, she wondered what any of it had to do with them.

  She looked across the faces at the table, until one spoke.

  "Do you think she could, Gellert?"

  "Don't question him, Grindelwald knows what he's doing." Another one snapped.

  Rosalie looked back down at her father who looked fondly up at her.

  "I think you're perfectly capable my dear. All we need you to do is to get to know someone, and report back. Simple, really." He said, speaking of his condition to her leaving. A part of her heart ached, sad that there was a condition for the happiness of going to a school.

  Rosalie nodded to her father, giving him a smaller smile than before. This was the first time he had really given her permission to live a life outside of his own. Something deep bubbled in her blood-  anticipation, excitement. All were emotions that she had been deprived of for too long.

  "Tom Riddle." A man said from the far end of the table, grasping her attention.

  Rosalie's father squeezed her arm.

  "He's been notified to us as a possible threat to our cause by an insider at Hogwarts, my dear. We need you to see if this is true, or if it's something that can be overlooked." He said simply and slowly, ensuring his daughter received every word.

  She nodded her head. "I understand father, I can do it."

  Grindelwald smiled happily at her, finally putting his brilliant daughter to use.

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  As Rosalie reached the staircase, a quick pair of footsteps gained behind her, stopping when she turned to face them. A man, who looked to be in his forties with a short blonde beard stared back at her, his eyes thinning at a glance at her face as if he was desperate to solve a puzzle on her forehead.

  "May I help you, Sir?" Rosalie asked with a charming smile that she gave away easily. She was a beautiful girl who took after her father in many ways. Blonde hair, a sharp, but not rounded nose, sharp cheekbones, a beautiful smile and an even nicer set of teeth.

  The man looked at her with a small look of horror, as if he had realised something that would mean the end of the world. He composed himself quickly, walking closer to her and holding out a hand.

  "Professor Dumbledore, Miss. I'm assuming you're a new student?" He said confidently.

  The smile reached Rosalie's eyes, she may have been young but she was by no means a fool. She had heard many things regarding this man and her father. He certainly lived up to his reputation, Rosalie was almost positive the man knew who she was.

  Or maybe after loving someone for so many years, you memorise their face so deeply into your mind that you can see passed down resemblance. It made her feel bad for Albus.

  "You've assumed correct. I'm meant to enrol today."

  Dumbledores eyes widened further, making her amused. If he had his suspicions on her, he didn't intend to act on them. He held out his hand and pointed Rosalie to the staircase. She walked to where he directed and he spoke a quiet password behind her, moving the stairs quickly.

  As she pushed her way through to the Headmaster's office, she took in her surroundings, gazing up at the high ceilings and the walls full of alive paintings, all manner of living animals squeaked in cages. A man sat at his desk in front of Rosalie, he was an old man with a grey beard. He looked up quickly and smiled.

  "Oh, how wonderfull. You must be Rosalie Evans from Hungary." Headmaster Dippet spoke, speaking hurriedly as he walked over to Rosalie.

  "Evans is an unusual last name for a Hungarian, isn't it?" Dumbledore asked, almost teasing her with his knowledge. Rosalie smiled at him, again amused by his antics. She rather liked Dumbledore, and rather hated her father.

  "Yes, I get that a lot. It was in fact my mother that was from Hungary, though she was born in Germany, not my father from whom I assumed the name." Rosalie joked with him, smiling brightly as Headmaster Dippet approached with an old looking wizard hat.

  The thing desperately needed a wash. She looked into the headmaster's eyes who looked expectantly to her. She tilted her head curiously.

  "Oh, of course. This is the sorting hat child, it will sort you into your house. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin." He spoke softly, getting closer to put the thing on her head. She leant down slightly to help him out.

  Suddenly, out came a voice in her head, frightening her slightly. Her eyes widened, and Dumbledore smiled, never finding the surprise un-amusing to the students.

  "Oh well this is interesting Miss Grindelwald. Does the man over there know of your bloodline?"

  "Yes, I think he does, he's just not sure what to do about it."

  The sorting hat laughed in Rosalie's head.

  "Well then, let's have a look. A sense of cunning definitely. You know what you want and how to get it."

  "I like to think that, yes."

  "You're smart, and talented. Unbelievably so. It's not very often I get to pick through brains as interesting as this one."

  "I'll take that as a compliment."

  "Oh yes, please do. You're also kind, different from others who think like you. I believe you have a long story ahead of you, Rosalie. Good luck to you."

  "SLYTHERIN!" The hat called out loud. Headmaster Dippet smiled, taking the hat from Rosalie's head and rushing to put it back.

  Dumbledore gave a faltering smile, like a long rush of hurtful memories had travelled through his head.

  Rosalie breathed, a weight off of her shoulders. She looked between the two men expectantly. The headmaster held a piece of paper in his hand, it disappeared into flames quickly with one close of his eyes.

  "We will have the head of your house, Professor Slughorn, come and collect you swiftly. He will take you and inform you of what you need to know. Meet him in the corridor. Goodluck, Miss Evans. I hope to see you around." Headmaster Dippet spoke nicely, waving her away as he went back to his desk

  Dumbledore followed behind her closely as they left the room, however he turned a different corner when they arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

  "I will see you in transfiguration, Rosalie." He spoke without turning to face her, seeming as there was somewhere else he needed to be.

  For the first time since she had arrived, Rosalie leant back against one of the many stone walls this school had and let out an agitated breath. She was scared, no, she was terrified. She had never been to school before, and starting in her last year was never designed to be ideal.

  However, she intended to take advantage of this situation her father had given her. Rosalie had only felt a few emotions in her short life. Anger, rage, directed to her father. Boredom, from the lack of doing anything, excitement from the moment she was let out. And disappointment, for what her life was.

  "Miss Evans?" A mans voice called out to Rosalie. She turned her head to the right to see a man in his middle ages, wrinkled but still with a sense of youth.

  Rosalie smiled to him, greeting him warmly with a handshake.

  "Yes, It's a pleasure to meet you professor."

  "No, no. The pleasure is all mine. It's not very often we receive new students in their last year. Slytherin house welcomes you." He smiled brightly back and spoke kind words. Rosalie wondered what kind of emotion that was.

  The Professor happily walked Rosalie through the school towards the Slytherin common rooms, he explained that dinner was likely just finishing up, and that she would be able to meet some of her classmates shortly. He showed her a few of the classrooms that she would be in, and explained some of the famed history of the school.

  "My Father was an Auror in Austria for a time, until the war broke out, obviously. Since then he has been fighting against Grindelwald, I fear for him every day." Rosalie explained the thought out lie to Slughorn when he had asked her what her Mother and Father did, to which she also explained she had no mother.

  Slughorn was more than happy to hear that Rosalie was a girl knowing three languages, with particularly high grades from what she had done, and even more happy to know she had an interesting backstory.

  As they got to the entrance of the common room, Slughorn spoke the password of the door 'Morsmorde.' Rosalie slipped the information into the back of her mind, she was excellent at remembering things.

  "And I'll have you meet Tom first, he's head boy, Pride of Slytherin. Rather charming too, I'm sure you will get along." Slughorn smiled sheepishly, giving Rosalie a pat on her arm as he left her alone to admire the common room.

  The room was dark and eerie, but with a sensualness to it. The windows as you walked deeper into the room held back a frame of water, from what she assumed was the lake that Hogwarts resided next to. It was dimly lit with black and green accents, a fire was crackling even in this heat, and leather couches warmed the room further.

  Rosalie smiled, it reminded her of one of the many rooms in her fathers castle, which was situated in the Austrian Alps right next to Nurmengard, where her father spent a lot of time in the ongoing war.

  Suddenly Rosalie's throat went dry at the realisation of how dire her situation was. The Grindelwald name wasn't exactly one that gave most people a warm and fuzzy feeling, and it made her even more determined that she needed to keep her act if she wanted to keep her life. This was more dangerous than she had originally pondered.

  The door to the common room rolled open, allowing the noise of a single pair of footsteps to enter before the door closed behind them. The steps came slowly, as Rosalie came out from deep in the common room to meet them.

  "Rosalie Evans?" The man asked.

  Rosalie looked at him, taking in his tall and somewhat intimidating figure. The man, who she assumed was the very Tom Riddle she was looking for, held himself in a certain way that made you want to respect him, that made you want to lick his shoes clean for him without a query.

  His dark features framed his chiseled face, his eyelashes framed his eyes in a way that made him look tired and sultry. Made to make you think that he wasn't, in fact, a predator, which was what everything else screamed about him. His body was the perfect weapon, drawing you in ready for the kill.

  She hadn't spoken one word to the man and she already feared that he could do something to her. Another part of her, a deeper part, thought he looked like an angel fallen to earth, accepted by the hands of satan to seduce pretty girls and pull them down into the darkness with him.

  Rosalie blinked at him after a moment, moving closer and holding out a hand to him, he respectfully did the same, the tilt of his head indicating a tinge of curiousity that he hadn't held when he had entered the room.

  His grip was strong and firm, and he didn't let go until Rosalie realised the slightest amount of pressure. That very fact alone already told her he was a charismatic people pleaser- exactly like her.

  "And you must be Tom Riddle." She spoke finally. Tom lifted his head at the sound of her voice, she couldn't tell what he was thinking, which was more than rare for her. She was great at people, one of the reasons her father had sent her and not one of the other teenagers he had in his masses.

  "Indeed I am." He replied, walking through the room in a cold manner. He reached the fireplace and looked into it deeply, like it held all the secrets to the universe. Tom looked back to Rosalie intently with an icy gaze.

  He questioned her, the small blonde girl that looked out of place in the room full of menacing light and furniture. She seemed to be a ball of sunshine deep in the pits of hell. Even her eyes shined in desperate need of something that Tom had no way of understanding.

  "And where are you from?" He worded carefully, the most simple of questions. Rosalie wondered why he did that, calculated before he opened his mouth.

  Rosalie smiled, a small slant in her neck.

  "Hungary. Though, I was living in Austria until recently. Father was sent for the war effort." Rosalie spilled her false story like it was real, not a single feature could have given her away.

  And yet Tom was suspicious of it. None of this felt right to him, not the ball of sunshine that her body language claimed to be, not the daughter of a man like a paragon of virtue. He couldn't prove it, and he wasn't entirely sure of it himself. But every bone in his body thought this strange woman a liar. It made his body shiver.

  His muscles shook. "You must be rather proud then." He put on a comforting face to the girl, calculating her next move before she took it.

  She smiled yet again. Tom hated it. There was no need to smile so much in one boring dull conversation about one's sad and unfruitful life, that was more than likely so a lie.

  Rosalie took note of him shivering ever so slightly, which would go unseen by the usual naked eye. He shivered though he stood by a fire, so what in his mind made it go cold?

  "I am, most definitely. I love my father." She hated him. Rosalie wondered if she could even lie about something so severe as that.

  Tom cracked what she assumed to be his version of a smile, but there was nothing warm or endearing about it. Again, it felt like satan had slapped it on his face to draw people in as bait.

  Before Tom could add to what seemed to be a dull conversation, but was more accurately a note taking session on him for Rosalie, the sound of the door swinging open again brought her from her comfort zone of reading someone like an open book. This time it was more than one person who came to her attention.

  The people tattered on about something that had happened during dinner, and before Rosalie could notice it, Tom had walked back to her side to face the students coming in.

  "Riddle!" A handsome looking brown haired boy, with puppy dog brown eyes came to greet Tom. At his side he stood close to a girl.

  The girl looked passed Tom as if he didn't exist, her bright smile went straight to Rosalie like she had just seen heaven on earth.

  "Riddle, is this why you skipped dinner? To spend time with an angelic looking model?" The girl walked close to Rosalie, immediately grabbing her arms and lifting them up, checking her out with amazement.

  The Boy walked with her, also taking in Rosalie's  appearance, he looked proudly at Tom.

  "Wow, you are seriously gorgeous. I'm going to need to borrow that mascara you're wearing." The girl spoke closer to her, giving Rosalie the widest grin that she had seen all day. Rosalie couldn't help but send a genuine smile back to her.

  "Thanks, but I could say the exact same about you." She took her in, she was even shorter than her, and about Rosalie's size. She had mousey brown hair that looked softer than a bunny and eyes and a nose that also resembled the same animal. She looked to be the definition of cute.

  Tom butted in. "Alright, refrain from checking each other out, you may do that in your own time." Rosalie could tell he so desperately wanted to roll his eyes, but that would've been the epitome of rude.

  The girl gave him an annoyed glance, the bunny suddenly wanted to rip someone's face off. She looked back at Rosalie happily.

  "I'm Lillian Rowle, but only my grandmother calls me that. So please, call me Lily." She grabbed my shoulder gently.

  I nodded thankfully at her.

  "I'm Rosalie Evans. But, like you, no one calls me that. So you can call me Rose." Rose looked down, trying to hide the toothy girly grin she was showing.

  Lily's face lit up.

  "Rose! Oh Merlin, I love it, that's simply so beautiful." She looked as if she were going to cry, the notion was tugging on Rose's heart strings. She had never wanted to befriend a person so badly.

  Laughter came from the third party, the puppy-eyed boy came closer to the girls, holding out his hand to Rosalie.

  "Rose and Lily, pretty flower names for pretty girls." He looked at Lily affectionately, and gave Rose the immediate question if they were dating.

  "Excuse me though, I'm William Lestrange. And yes, people just call me William. Not Willy."

  Lily chuckled and punched Williams arm, lighting up his cheeks bright red at the notion. William looked back at Rosalie happily.

  "So you've just arrived?" He asked with interest. Rose nodded shortly, becoming gradually overwhelmed with the sudden attention she wasn't so used to.

  Just with that exact thought, the door opened for the third time, grabbing everyones attention for a short time as two new boys walked in. The made their way through the room slowly and quietly, with a distinction that set them apart from the light and airy Lily and William.

  Rose's face froze slightly when she caught sight of the blonde haired boy.

  "Ah, this must be Rosalie. I am Ben, Ben Avery." The black haired, sharp faced boy of the two reached out a hand for Rose, his thick eyebrows gave his eyes a large amount of shade, making his face more menacing than necessary. He spoke highly, smartly.

  "Just Rose, lovely to meet you." She gripped his hand back, shaking it softly. Ben nodded.

  The blonde boy looked at Rose, a knowing behind his golden green eyes.

  "Coriolanus Rosier." He spoke, the richness seeping out from his tongue that had obviously been fed with a golden spoon all of his life.

  Rose held her hand out for him warily, not because she was afraid or him, or because she was attracted to him, no. He may have been attractive and somewhat terrifying to behold; but it was because Rose already knew who this boy was.

  Coriolanus gripped her hand back, suddenly playing a larger than life smile on his face. Tom on-looked the two with great curiousity, he had never known Coriolanus to be so welcoming of a girl in his life.

  Though Rosalie was no doubt, beautiful, Tom couldn't fathom to think why that would change a simple perception for Coriolanus. His mind kept the suspicion playing in the front of his head, watching every reaction between the two.

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Lily held Rose's hand as they entered their dorm room, the girl explained every minute detail of the boys to Rose, who seemed more than confused meeting about five people at once.

Tom was cold and mean, that much she had already gathered. Though Lily had little else to say about him, which she found somewhat a nuisance seeing as he was the reason she had come here in the first place: Her assignment was factored into her brain.

William was silly and playful, Lily had a lot to say about him. How he loved the sun and hated winter, absolutely despised potions but forced himself to for the health of his father, who would be likely to drop dead if he didn't take the subject.

Ben was like Tom, but less of a threat. He followed Tom around like he was trained to do it. He was book smart and people smart, and only had something to say when it was needed.

Coriolanus was the richest out of all of them, and as Lily described him to Rose, she weighed up every fact to whether it was the truth or not the truth. Rose had known Coriolanus since they were young children. His parents were loyal supporters to her father's cause- so why he seemed to walk close with Tom was a question playing on her mind.

As she finished speaking of the boys, she introduced Rosalie to their third roommate, Amethyst, or Amy as she liked to be called for short. Lily had told her before they entered the room that she was hopelessly in love with Tom, but he would never give her the light of day, or any girl in fact.

"Did you guys see Tom before? Merlin he looks good when he does his hair like that." Amy shoved a pillow on her face as she lay back side on her bed. Rose looked at Lily, who just shot her a knowing look.

The girls ignored her, and Lily helped Rose unpack her trunk which had thankfully, arrived around the same time that Rose had. Rosalie thanked Lily silently as they put her clothes away, which soon became history when they began talking about all the classes Rose had the next day, which Lily was pleasantly surprised to be in most of them.

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  Tom sat at the breakfast table with his arms crossed and sat cleanly on the bench, he watched William stuff his face with breakfast sausages in unwelcome disgust as he waited for the other boys in his inner circle to arrive.

  After another ten minutes, Ben and Coriolanus walked in sleepily, hitting the table hard as they sat down by it, immediately reaching for the bacon. They both watched Tom watching them, they paused when they saw the serious look on his face.

  William swallowed in the realisation he was the last one they were waiting for. Tom looked up, unhappy with the useless bunch.

  "First meeting of the year is held tonight, room of requirement like always. Bring your sharp minds or don't come at all. You'll suffer the consequences." Tom was about to oblige his urge to get up from the table, but he spotted a blonde and brunette pair enter the hall, looking for the very group of boys he was apart of.

  Tom remained in his seat much to his dislike. Lily skipped her way over, Rosalie following not far behind. Lily snuggled in nicely to the seat next to William, immediately starting a slight conversation on the day ahead of them. Williams blush couldn't be any more noticeable.

  Rose took a seat next to Lily, and to Tom's unannounced request, to him as well. Something in Tom's mind told him to understand her before she understood him, there was something dangerous looming around that pretty head of hers.

  He saw it the moment she looked him directly in the eyes without a slight amount of fear. She looked straight through them and saw him like he was glass, it made Tom yet again shiver. Rose shot one of her famous smiles, greeting Tom a good morning before she poured herself a cup of orange juice.

  He had decided right then and there that she was a danger. A danger that he needed to know all about before he could efficiently destroy it without an accidental backfire.

  "So, Rose. Are you any good at school?" Coriolanus asked her from across the table. Rose put down her glass of juice and spoke back happily.

  "I like to think so, but I suppose you'll see for yourself. I was actually completely homeschooled before coming here." Everyone's eyes widened but Coriolanus's. Tom watched his movements, wondering how he already knew that.

  "Tom said you were living in Austria. Why not go to a place like Durmstrang or Beauxbatons?" Ben asked with an agenda on his mind, but the question he had asked wasn't stupid and had even Tom thinking.

  Rosalie picked up her glass again.

  "Father always thought it was safest for me here. Britain seems to be a powerhouse." She said matter of factly, completely swinging off any suspicion on her. Ben seemed satisfied, so Tom wondered why he wasn't.

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  "Now class, I wanted to do something a little difficult today to put our new student under a bit of pressure, I hope you don't mind, Rosalie." Slughorn paced the potions classroom with a book in hand, looking around frantically and happily at each of his students, especially Tom, which Rose picked up on.

  Rose sent him a smile. "Of course not, Professor. I'm always up for a challenge."

  The sentence seemed to satisfy slughorn.

  "Wonderful then. I'd like you all to turn to page sixty-five of your books. There you should see a recipe for an invisibility potion, which, as you could guess, makes the drinker invisible! You have till the end of the lesson, work in your pairs and see how you go!" Slughorn sent the class off into a frenzy.

  Rose looked to Coriolanus, who she had been subsequently partnered with, though the look on his face suggested that he didn't mind even in the slightest. Rose began by sending Coriolanus off with a list of things they would need, she added a few things that seemed to be missing from the recipe.

  While he did that, Rosalie looked over the instructions which to her, looked to be written in gibberish and made no sense at all. It seemed that it would make perhaps a below par invisibility potion, but nothing exceptional.

  Rose turned around to Tom, who stood directly behind her. To her surprise, he was already looking at her.

  "Tom, you seem to be knowledgeable. Is it just me or is the-"

  "Book absolutely absurd?" He finished for her with a bored expression. Rose narrowed her eyes.

  "Yes, exactly." She smirked at him.

  "People stupid enough to follow this nonsense deserve to fail." He said calmly and spitefully. Rose was taken aback. She had heard of his tongue of rudeness, but had yet to see it until now.

  Rosalie hummed at him, turning back to her own cauldron as Coriolanus brought back the ingredients she had requested, which he too began questioning if they were correct, as they didn't follow the rules of the book.

  By the end of the lesson, Slughorn was grinning ear to ear and Rosalie and Coriolanus's potion. He began clapping, dropping the spoon down to the table.

  "Well, I dear say, that is perfect! I have never seen such perfection on this level. You might be able to give Tom a run for his money I dare say." Slughorn praised Rose, patting her on the back metaphorically and literally.

  Tom slimmed his eyes, but gave a congratulate smile. No one had ever topped him before. Ever. Rose looked back at him, her unlikeable grin and her perfect teeth taunting him at every turn. He hated it, he hated everything about the girl she was beyond intolerable.

---

  Rosalie looked around the empty common room. Half of her wondered where everyone was, school had just finished for the day yet no one was here. The other half didn't care and was happy that it was quiet enough to read out there.

  She found a comfortable spot on one of the long leather sofas that were spread out equally across the room, she leant back and held the book over her face, her mind already deeply set into the information she read.

  A sudden noise broke her focus, she sat up and looked directly at Coriolanus, who looked deviously handsome like usual, his hair pushed back from his face to reveal the green eyes she had come to know so closely.

  He began the conversation quickly. "So." He said.

  Rose furrowed her eyebrows, putting the book down beside her.

  "So."

  "Why are you-" Coriolanus began to speak, but Rosalie had made her way across the room and put her fingers on his lips, silencing his speech. She pulled out her wand and began a silent incantation on the room, she spun until she made a full circle, then put her wand away.

  Rose went back to sit on the sofa.

  "Silencing spell, we can speak privately now." She said simply, waiting for him to continue what he had started.

  Coriolanus looked at her. "What are you doing here? I was sure your father wouldn't let you out of the house until the war was won."

  Rose looked up, silently agreeing with his thought process, it was a surprise for her as well. She kept herself in her own space as she spoke.

  "You know why, Corio." She named him by the nickname she had given him when they were kids, when they spent summers at each others houses together.

  "You were the one to send the alert to my father in the first place, weren't you?" Rose summed up for herself, with the small amount of information that some anonymous student had spoken against Tom Riddle, apparently one of his own, because who else would remain anonymous?

  Coriolanus looked down, like he had done something shameful, Rose couldn't tell, maybe he had. She needed more information on the infamous Tom Riddle. Rosalie let out a noticable sigh and Corio met her eyes again.

  "Well, you brought this on yourself, and if you were affiliated with Tom doing something my father wouldn't like to hear... well you would be killed as well." Rose summed up for him coldly.

  Coriolanus bit down on his jaw. "You don't understand him, Rosie." He called her by her lesser known nickname.

  The simple sentence sent her into a whirl of curiousity. She knew desperately that she didn't understand him, but to her annoyance, Tom Riddle seemed to be anything but simple to work out. She had a feeling that doing so would take longer than she had expected.

  "No Corio. I don't understand any of this. It's all too weird, it's Toms strange little inner circle." She spoke lowly, igniting something in Coriolanus. He knew she was clever enough to figure Tom out, and he wanted to push her in the right direction.

  "I'm bound by blood to not speak of what happens between us." Coriolanus admits as far as he can, though the very words almost seem to be a pain to leave his wide mouth.

  "Blood? Well that's interesting." Rosalie turned to face the fireplace that Tom had stood only a day ago.

  "I'm not sure how far Riddle will take this." He admitted again. Rosalie gave a look that was beyond interested, her blue eyes bore into Corio's green ones and searched for the answer through his eyes.

  She looked back into the fire again. Wanting him to chase after her with more information that he could afford to spare.

  "We're meeting tonight. Should you want to know more, follow me." Coriolanus stated simply as he turned to leave the room in the way he entered. Rosalie's eyes followed his muscular back side, thinking over his words.

  It was settled that she had to do it, even if she hated her father and would rather do nothing for him, it was her condition on staying here. If she was unable to complete the task- well she didn't want to think about that.