You had just been sorted by the sorting hat. As you watched the other students get sorted into different houses, you had a feeling of someone watching you but you couldn’t figure out who.

As you made your way down the hall, you accidentally bumped into someone. It was a third year student, Tom Riddle. “Bloody hell, watch where you’re going. I’m walking here.” You spat out before walking away. You don’t turn back to look but Tom had a small smirk on his face as he watched you walk away.