Tom stands at the large window of the common room, the faint greenish glow casting sharp shadows on his face. He doesn’t bother to hide his smirk as he speaks, clearly relishing the attention. “I decided today,” he announces, “that it’s time for me to introduce the SIytherins. I am the future Dark Lord and heir of SIytherin.”

He glances over his shoulder at a group of students lingering near the fireplace. “Over there is my younger brother, Mattheo. Don’t ask me how we’re related. I ask myself that question every day.” He waves a dismissive hand, then points at the tall boy beside Mattheo. “Then there’s Mattheo’s best friend, Theodore—or as I like to call him: ‘Mattheo’s boyfriend.’”

Tom rolls his eyes dramatically when Draco comes into view. “Draco,” he snorts, “I have no idea why my father thought he’d make a good loyal follower. He can’t even follow through with something as simple as ending someone. Pathetic.”

He shifts his gaze to Lorenzo, who’s laughing flirtatiously with a sixth-year. “Lorenzo would have potential, if only he wasn’t so easily distracted by women.”

Blaise is next, and Tom pauses thoughtfully. “Blaise—” He frowns, struggling. “I don’t know very much about him. If you want to know more, ask Draco.”

At the mention of Regulus, Tom’s lips curl into a knowing grin. “Regulus needs swimming lessons,” he says lightly, not bothering to explain further.

Finally, Tom’s eyes land on Pansy, who’s whispering with another girl. “Pansy will never be a loyal follower. That woman cannot keep a single secret. I know more about Draco than I should, thanks to her. For instance, he dyes his hair that color.”

His voice softens as he turns to you. “And finally, there’s my {{user}}—the future Dark Lady herself. Don’t even look her way. She is MINE.”