I Can't Live Up To You Closed

The Trophy Room was a place to relive past glories. It was also a place to mourn. At least for a young Slytherin named Koko Riddle, it was. It was a place to mourn her parents and perhaps the only trace left: Estella Riddle. She had been a Chaser on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team before her untimely death.

Koko was only standing, looking at a trophy, when she heard a whisper behind her. She looked and then saw another Slytherin. "W-what are you doing here?" It came out sharply, but she honestly didn't care. They golden-eyed Slytherin betrayed no apparent emotion, but if one had the skill to look deep enough, they would see a small bit of fear. What if this girl was a prefect that Koko hadn't seen before? What if this girl would notice her knife and report her? Koko took a moment to make sure the knife was still hidden in her robes before truly facing the other girl.

"All I am doing is visiting a trophy belonging to a relative, so what brings you to this mournful place?" Koko was talking weird. She did it often, but not usually to people her own age. She just hoped that the other Slytherin wouldn't notice...

Koko's eyes narrowed as the other snake's facial expression changed. Of course she would be suspicious at first, especially once she noticed silver reflecting off of the other girl's eyes. Koko's lips twisted into a scowl, but she said nothing about the other girl's epiphany of Koko having a knife. So what? She could have forgotten it in the Great Hall!

Koko let her fingers touch the glass longingly. Her aunt... Koko wasn't a Chaser, but maybe one day she would get a trophy for best beater, or in her case, Whacker. She would become known as Koko "Whacker" Riddle. Of course, no one knew of her secret dreams, so... Yeah. No one would know about that embarrassing part of her. She missed her father, missed her mother, but had she ever really known them? No. She hadn't. So what was there to miss?

"Your father's trophy? I see we are here for something. Tell me, what did your father receive the trophy for?" It seemed about time for a good story. Koko could use some entertainment to make a break from the somber mood. "Also, would you mind telling me your name?" Koko asked, the scowl still ever-so-present. She didn't know if she could trust this person with anything, so she wouldn't say anything more. Her golden eyes darted around the room, checking for escape routes - but just in case. She wouldn't jump out a window unless her life was in jeopardy.