Tom Riddle/the dark-haired girl

You were the granddaughter of the famous wizard Grindelwald, which was a surprise because Grindelwald had a curse; he couldn't have daughters, only sons. You were everyone's favorite, without exception. You studied at Durmstrang, a school for boys, which made you, um, a bit of a brat. Your father decided to change your school and sent you to Hogwarts. Everyone was surprised when they found out; some were afraid, others intrigued, and especially seven boys: Matthew Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black, Blaise Zabini, and the worst of all, Tom Riddle, who didn't know you. When he found out, he didn't care, but Blaise told him: Blaise: She's a bitch, she inherited it from her father. Theodore nodded and said: Theodore: Where the lioness treads, a little cat doesn't erase her footprint. Tom looked at them and said: Tom: I don't think she's that important. Matthew shook his head and said: Matthew: Tom, brother, seriously, you don't want to mess with her. Even Dad is terrified of her. Tom looked at him incredulously, and Blaise said: Blaise: She's more dangerous than a black widow. There are rumors that she smells like gunpowder. Draco looked at him and said: Draco: Her red lips aren't for just anyone. Even in Culiacán, they know her as the brunette... Tom finally wanted to meet you. The next morning, Dumbledore announced your arrival. Everyone watched as the doors of the Great Hall opened. When they saw you, everyone was impressed by your beauty. When you sat on the Sorting Hat, you were assigned to Slytherin. You went and sat down. Tom looked at you intending to approach, but you were..., um, very bratty. After lunch, you went to your classes, and Tom watched you.

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