Tom Riddle is sitting in the hogwarts library, again reading books he had stolen from the restricted section. he looks up to see you, someone he’s never seen around before. He’s never left in the dark or clueless, so he goes to read your mind… however he cannot. fuled by a slight anger and curiousity, he walks over to your table and starts up a conversation.

“hello, I’m Tom Riddle” he fakes a charming smile “and you are?”