Chapter Text
An alarm clock sounds in the air. Riddle groans, opening his eyes as sunlight begins to peak through his curtains.
The morning of a monday. Riddle's quite sure they have a test today in Mr.Trein's class aswell. He hopes Ace and Deuce will be well prepared for it..
Riddle turns off his alarm, and grabs his phone, unplugging it and checking the time. 6:37 am, enough time for him to get dressed for school. Good enough
He fixes his bedding and begins his way into his bathroom, beginning his daily routine.
He looks up from the faucet, ringing out his hands, his eyes glancing towards the mirror.
Something- no, someone looms behind him in the mirror. Staring right back at his reflection.
A tall, all black bony thing, a smile that reaches ear to ear and menacing eyes.
A shiver runs down Riddle's spin as it seems to reach out for his arm. He whips around, to see.
Nothing.
Riddle groans. Rubbing his eyes.
This has been happening daily as of now. These.. phantoms keep appearing through his day to day life.
Sometimes he feels like he can hear them. As if it peaks back into his childhood.
His mother had told him it was nothing. And that he was just being dramatic to get out of his studies.
His mother was always right.
She had to be.
She always was...
However, he used to be able to only hear them. Now, he can fully see them. He's too afraid to find out what will happen if one touches him.
Riddle, now adorned in his school uniform, bag in hand, begins to descent the twisted stairs.
Saying Goodmorning to a plethora of students. Afterall, Heartslabyul was the most populated dorm at NRC.
As he reaches the door, he spots Cater and Trey waiting there.
"Goodmorning" he calls out, offering a small wave and smile as the two look at him.
"Hey Ri-Ri! Goodmorning!" Cater smiles and waves back, his bedazzled phone in that hand. Riddle would never tell Cater how he had grown rather fond of that nickname
"Goodmorning Riddle, how did you sleep?" Riddle's attention is brought to Trey, standing between the two of them.
"It was fine, how was yours?"
"It was also fine"
"Hey! Does anyone know if "double trouble" is up yet?" Cater looks between the two of them. Riddle shakes his head, "I haven't seen either of them today."
Trey shrugs. "Me neither, hope they aren't going to be late this time"
"If anything, It'll he Ace thats the late one" Riddle huffs, that boy can never get up on time! Maybe he should get multiple alarm clocks in his room like Silver does.
With his final statement, Cater seems to lightlh chuckl and Trey only hums. Riddle begins to walk to the mirror room while the other two follow.
They went their separate ways once Riddle reached Mr.Crewels class.
And riddle really isn't going to lie, Mr.Crewel is definitely one of his favorite teachers. Sure he may only have a few, but he's definitely up there in his favorites.
Hes not totally sure why Riddle likes him so much, but he really does.
"Goodmorning Mr.Crewel" Riddle walks into the class and quickly finds a seat in the front. There weren't many other students in here, just 3 others. It is quite early still.
"Ah, Goodmorning Rosehearts." Crewel looked over at him from whatever he was setting up and writing on the board.
Riddle hummed and began to take out his books and supplies. Sighing as he grabbed his pen. Finally someone slides into the seat next to him.
"Hey Riddle" Riddle turns to the person and smiles, "Goodmorning Ruggie, how are you doing today?"
Ruggie gives a toothy grin, "Ah I've been doing good! A little sore from this mornings Spelldrive training but good!" Riddle hums,
Right, he remembers Ruggie talking about how they started spelldrive practice again. Every morning, at around.. 6? 4 am? Seems a bit overkill but Kingscholar obviously has his reasons.
Soon the reat of the class begins to fill up. Silver sits right behind him, and next to him and Sebek and Malleus..
Sure Malleus went to class, but he wasn't aware the prince had the same class as them. Quite weird, for sure.
Kalim sits next to him, simply snagging the seat next to him. Unfortunately Kalim came last, a little late mind you.
There are other students here aswell, ofcourse. Floyd, Jade and Jamil. However Jade would usually sit next to Riddle, he won't dwell on the reason now.
Everyone else should have Mr.Treins class right about now, the 2nd years he means. Except Azul. He has Mr.Vargus right now.
Its actually quite a funny display, him and Jade can barely leave the ground. Funny, yet sad.
Soon the class begins, eventually they split into groups of two.
Ruggie was with Riddle, they began to prep, cutting up ingredients, and putting specific ingredients in the potion.
They ended up finishing early, obviously with Riddle's help they got an A on the assignment.
They both sat down back in their seats. Starting up a steady conversation. Soon it was almost time for the next class.
Riddle began to pack up his books and put his pen back in his breast pocket. The bell rings and everyone gets up to rush for their next class.
"Hold on now, sit back down" Mr.Crewel holds up a hand as he walks to the middle of the class.
He begins walking around the class, discussing about this feild trip to New Orleans. Completely funded entirely by the school, and they'll be spending a week there.
An echo of "cool!" And "ahhh" emerged from everyone else.
Riddle stared down at the permission slip and sighed. There was a part of him that wanted to go.. but it'd be rather difficult to get it to their parents. It IS 2 months away.
However he simply knows that his mother will never sign it.
He could always forge her signature but, dear me! Thats a ridiculous thought. Riddle hummed and slapped his cheek lightly.
"You good?" Riddle turns towards Ruggie and nods "yes, apologies for that." Riddle sighs, reading over the permission slip again. As everyone began to finally file out of the classroom, Ruggie turned to Riddle and Kalim who were "following" him.
"Hey, Crewel said we have to be in groups of 6, you guys wanna pair up?"
"Oooh sure! Im already paired up with Silver, Malleus, and Sebek! So that makes 6!" Kalim exclaimed as the 3 appeared behind them
"I suppose so," Riddle folded the slip neatly and placed it into his bag. Maybe he can get Trey to sign it?
Its not Like Trey is his legal guardian.. but he is his emergency contact...