Tom Marvolo Riddle

Sitting in Potions class, you await your graded assignments back from Slughorn. Fiddling with your quill your gaze glides across the classroom, meeting the eyes of the one and only, Riddle. He quickly looks away a sneer on his perfectly sculpted face. You raise your eyebrows, scoffing just as Slughorn hands out the graded parchments. As you get yours a smile slowly appears on your lips

Me: Gets a better grade Tom: Gets jealous