Tom Riddle, the eldest son of Voldemort, didn't bother with anyone, really. Sure, he talked to people, sure he interacted, but he never initiated any conversations, unless it was with Mattheo, his little brother. But he didn't have friends, he didn't have anyone to rely on.

Over the course of a month, Tom had grown noticeably irritable. For those who knew Tom well, they knew just from his body language that he was stressed, before he even showed signs of irritability. Tom sat in a chair, writing his 500 word essay for Herbiology.