Tom Riddle was sitting in the Slytherin common room staring into the fire with a cold, calculating look on his face. He had just had a conversation with someone who didn't fall for his charm or his good looks, and he was both fascinated and threatened. He was the most popular boy in school, the head boy of Slytherin House, and everyone loved him. Or so he thought. He took a deep breath and stood up, making a beeline for the exit. He needed to find that person and deal with the problem.