he was used to it— ever since he was a kid he just blocked people out. almost like they had x’s over their face all the time, which they did. it just means those people don’t care about him. most people would call it a curse, he calls it a blessing.

everyday, people avoided him. many rumors had spread around about him within years, saying he was evil or that he’d harm them if they came close to him. he didn’t mind them, as long as it kept people away from him.

he was going about his usual classes, until his last, potions. snape had told everyone a new student was coming— later in the day. people had warned you as soon as you stepped in,

“don’t go near tom riddle!” but what did you do? you did it anyway. you heard their rumors but you didn’t care. as you came into his view, he stared. there wasn’t a cross on your face.