the quiet murmurs echo through the hallways with each step you take. it's no joke that you are quiet literally a real life goddess and it seems as though everyone is stunned except for one particular individual.

you catch his intense gaze scan you and your body as if assessing whether or not you're cut out for Hogwarts. a few weeks pass by and it is official. you despise Tom Marvolo Riddle with every bone in your body.