"You related to the Black Family?" I looked up from my spot in the library at the soft, firm voice. "I am. Why?" I watched as he sat himself at my table. Pulling out a notebook. "I've heard a lot about your family... only two Gryffindors and the rest Slytherins. Interesting don't you think?" He said, not bothering looking up from his papers. "It's been the only life I've ever known. Not that interesting to me." I shrugged and went back to reading my book. "You're family is pretty interesting, is it not?" I asked, not bothering to look up this time. I heard a small chuckle, breaking my eyes from my book as I looked up to the Riddle boy. "It's the only life I've ever known. Not that interesting to me." He continued to write and I couldn't help but smile a bit... My uncle would never, ever approve of him but that doesn't mean we couldn't be friends... right?