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Cherry's face fell when he mentioned pissing off Slytherin. "It seems like so long ago our houses were chosen for us. I remember that my bloodline put me in Slytherin, but honestly I didn't want it. You know sometimes I wonder if house even matters anymore." Cherry thought allowed and rubbed her wrist. Damn her father and everything he'd done. she thought. He ruined her whole world and even tried to mark her to set her apart from fighting for what she knew was right. She swore in her mind she would help everyone and anyone who wanted him killed.

Carina kinda froze when Cherry entered Raven's dorm room. Obviously she hadn't been there before, and also didn't notice that she was a Gryffindor, a relief. Suprised that she had left as soon as she had come was too a bit of a relief. "Yes, a possible recruit. But the name Riddle sounds familiar..." She commented.

Cherry's face faltered further and in her mind she cursed how transparent she was. "Did I say bloodline? I just meant, you know... figuratively some people are put in houses because of their bloodline. I didn't necessarily mean me when I said that." she said in a rush. She then looked at her arm where her sleeve covered it. "Yeah...I am um super clumsy and I cut it. So silly of me!" she giggled nervously touching her red hair. Cherry looked at her feet a moment and then looked at Cam. "You know, Cam? Not everyone in Slytherin is so bad. My mother's father, my Grandfather ALbert was one of the kindest and warmest people I knew and he grew up in Slytherin." she said blinking back tears at his memory.
"Do you think it's possible to have every reason to be bad and dark but still be able to be good? No matter what scar or mark you carry that would say otherwise?" she asked sweetly and quietly.

Raven was slightly rattled from what nearly could have led to Cherry realizing Carina was a Gryffindor, and possibly getting the all in trouble. Shaking her head quickly, she acknowledged Carina's comment. "See I thought the same thing. Riddle does sound very familiar. I've heard the name said here, but when and where?" She said trailing off a little.

Cam nodded. At the mention of her last name, his brain started to work again. She said her name had been Riddle. And that slip of the tongue...and her rubbing her wrist...
Couldn't be. Not possible.
He took her hand, looking at her soberly this time. "What's on your other hand?" he asked in a quiet voice. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone nor freak out." he added, holding her hand a little firmly, almost as if trying to reassure her.

Cam held her gaze for a moment, then looked at her arm. Sure enough, as he'd suspected, the Dark Mark was there. He looked at her.
"I believe you. There's no way you willingly did that." he said quietly. "Unless you're the master of deception, you're too sincere about all of this." he continued, reaching for the mark slowly, almost reverently. He stopped, his hand a good ways from her arm still.
"Do you mind if I look at it? Or will something happen if I touch it?" he asked, not sure exactly how it worked. All he knew was that it was potent, dark magic.

"Who wouldn't?" Cam said with a half-smile. He took her wrist lightly, holding her arm up to what little light was in the hallway. He leaned his head forward, examining it. From what he knew, if it moved and was jet black, it was active. Right now, it was still, and faint.
It looked like little more than your average tattoo...a sinister, slightly cool looking if you had the right tastes, tattoo.
He let her arm go, looking back up at her face. "You know, there's ways to cover that up, at least visually...and none of them require spells...however, they do require getting to a Muggle village." he said.