He leaned on the edge of the table, arms crossed as he sat on the edge of the chair, mostly staring off into the void, the bloody cut present on the bridge of his nose, his dark curls ruffled after a rough fight with some Gryffindors.

Detention essentially became his second classroom, having spent most of his time being scolded, lectured, and vice versa due to the trouble he always got himself into; no surprise for somebody like him. He was a Riddle; It ran in his blood for Merlin's sake.

Although, what he didn't expect, was to see you at detention as well. He rested his cheek on his palm, scoffing, his mannerisms oozing with sarcasm before he had even done anything yet. “Didn't expect to see you in detention.” He begun, looking at you almost judgingly. "Hell, I thought you were Mr./Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes, turns out you aren't so good after all, huh?"