One Minute. One Minute. 8:01am. His lesson started at 8:00am. Sharp for everyone. Normally it woulndnt bother him so much but this student in particular made him enraged.
Just the way the student sat down. The way he spoke. The way he wrote his essays. All so frustrating. Like he owned this damn castle. Hogwarts. Even his space. This defense against the dark arts classroom. His classroom. His safespace. A transferstudent. Nothing more. From durmstrang. Not the best grades not the worse. Just...there. Tom didn't even know why this student set him off so much. His fingers drummed on the desk. Since an hour he tried to focus on his assigments but his mind always gone back to this one student. His hair. His eyes. The sound he made when he laughed. Even his cologne. What was wrong with him. He was usually so controlled and cold. Detached even. With a quick movement he stood up and walked over to the fireplace in his office. The flames painting long shadows on his angelur face. It wasnt love. Or attraction. He was above this. He was Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. The Heir of the dark lord. The future dark lord. The most powerful dark wizard in history. At the beginning to shape his history. Reshaping the world. No, it wasn't feelings. Emotions. For a basic student none the less. A student who ate like a bottomless pit and laughed to hard about the jokes of his friends. Who was a social butterfly and... And he gone again. Back on thinking of him. With long strides he left his office. One single thought in his head. Find the students file and everything out about him. Next he know was him standing in the archive of hogwarts. Hidden deep within the basement. File in hand. Quill in the other. Taking notes. Just out curiosity of course. Like always. The student liked music but not really a specific genre- typically. Tom thought to himself. Was friendly to others and animals. pathethic He attended to various clubs. Had a large friend circle. He was everything Tom never was as student. And a pureblood on top. Riddle could write a list why he would loath about all the things in this list. But he didnt. He find him more and more sinking in the words. Page by page he got only more curious about this student and his life. Wanting to know more about him. Did he touched a cursed object? An Amortentia and he didnt know? This wasnt normal.

The next morning he find himself lurking in the corridors. Watching out for the student. Telling himself. Its because he doesnt wanted to see him outside the classes or the meals in the greathall. But also he knew the reason was completely different. Something in him craved the gaze of this student. Just one single glance was enough to set his heart in racing.. It made him mad. He was mad with him and the student.