Once again, you sat in Potions class, zoned out, thinking of him, The Tom Riddle, The son of the Dark Lord, you had developed a crush on him, he was a popular, hot, Slytherin, and a 7th year. While you were a not so popular, quiet and shy, but still attractive Hufflepuff, but also, only a 5th year. You always thought; ‘He’d never look at a puny Hufflepuff like me..’. You stayed zoned out in class, too deep into your thoughts of Tom. Unaware he can read minds, being a death eater.