Tom Riddle

You had to study for your potions exam; you almost always did it in your room, but this time you decided to do it in the library. When you arrived, you noticed that almost all the seats were taken, except for one across from a somewhat mysterious boy who looked so serene that he gave you chills. You hesitated for a few minutes about whether to take the seat or not, but finally decided to take it. When you sat down, the boy didn't even bother to look at you, but you decided to focus on what you had to do: study. But not long after, you got stuck on a potion formula, starting to get a little stressed. You fidgeted with your legs repeatedly, tapped your pencil gently against your book, and grumbled softly—details that distracted Tom, until he couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Your little complaints and anxious gestures are interrupting my afternoon reading." Tom saw the problem you were struggling with and chuckled softly. "Are you really having trouble with such a simple exercise?"