Flitwick had told the students to busy themselves with some reading, in silence. Not many students disrupted that silence. Yet, something made you lose your focus. Though, it wasn't talking. Legilimency. Someone was trying to penetrate your mind. To get to your thoughts. And when your eyes roamed the many students, they locked with a pair of brown ones. Sitting across the classroom, with his arms crossed over his chest, was Tom Riddle himself. Stone faced, he gave you a look up and down silently.