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Caelum slammed open his bedroom door so strongly that it bounced off the opposite wall and came back halfway. It only didn't hit him because he threw himself onto his bed and buried his head under a pillow.
Seriously! SERIOUSLY! He's the one who figures it out?!!
Caelum rolled over onto his back and glared up at the dark ceiling as though it was to blame.
"I am literally the one wizard right now," he hissed to the empty room, "who was completely uninterested in figuring out who Rigel is. How did I figure it out?"
There was a moment of dead silence before he tossed a pillow violently against the wall and yelled, "And it's BLOODY HARRY!"
Caelum collapsed back down onto the bed, seething. It wasn't like he'd been trying to figure out who Rigel was. He hadn't even read most of the Prophet articles about him. Though, really, the Prophet was a horrible source of information anyway. Still, he'd been probably the only wizard in Britain actively avoiding the story, as anyone with a brain should. No good could come of it. The halfblood (HARRY) had completely dominated the very event that was supposed to show pureblood supremacy, even if it was through cheating it was still bad publicity. It would be better for the sow party to simply move on and pretend it never happened. And the ones that supported Rigel (HARRY) shouldn't want him found because once he was found they were going to imprison him.
But APPARENTLY, that wasn't what was happening. Riddle was looking for Rigel, and because the Malfoys were useless, he'd asked Caelum's parents.
Caelum's parents, who were entirely willing to talk about their theories in the drawing room. With the door open. Loudly.
Granted, it was the middle of the night, but still. Did they think no one ever had to go to the bathroom in the night?
So Caelum, the least likely candidate to figure out the whole bloody mess, had accidentally overheard his mother telling his father, "We're getting too far into hypotheticals! We're looking for a halfblood who loves potions and has strong magic. They were under polyjuice the entire time they were at Hogwarts so we have no idea what they could have looked like. They could have even been a girl!"
Caelum absolutely refused to take any blame for following that thought to it's logical conclusion. Really, he hadn't tried to figure it out at all.
"Of all the stupid, halfblood ideas she's had this one has got to be the worst," Caelum forced through gritted teeth from on his bed. "And now I have to pay the consequences of her actions. Ungrateful wretch."
Because of course he wasn't turning her in. Caelum had already figured out how that would be terrible for the sow party. Especially because Harry was the daughter of the Head Auror. It would be absolutely terrible for the sow party if Riddle was told and did something stupid and got arrested. No, better to just keep it to himself. For the good of the party.
And if when Caelum rolled over to go to sleep there was a small voice criticizing him for risking everything out of loyalty to a girl that wasn't even talking to him or pureblood, well, that voice could just shut up. No one could ever prove he knew anyway.