The heir of slytherin[tom riddle]

seven

Sharp brown eyes.

Messy black hair.

Chapped lips from the cold of the night.

And his night wear bottoms that sagged onto the carpeted floor of the Slytherin common room.

He watched himself in the mirror, examining the features on his sculptured face, Features that help him attain whatever he wished with just a light pull from his hard set lips. Features that made him stand out from the average student that looked much more younger than himself. Features he had taken from both his mother and his father, the only reminder he had of them.

He sighed.

He did miss them at times. He often wondered how different his life would have been if they were still alive. How much they could have helped him with things he did not truly understand.

The only person that treated him like his own was Horace Slughorn, But of course he knew the only reason Slughorn had taken any slightest bit of interest in him was due to the nature of his bloodline and heritage. Had he been any other student he would have truly been on his own to deal with the world with no guidance.

Classes had momentarily stopped because of the current state of the wizarding world and Grindlewald's part in it. Professors rushing to the ministry every few days made it hard to keep to a one schedule time table.

Today was the first day that lessons resumed and he did not know whether to be relieved he finally had something to do other than practicing for his upcoming plans or whether to he annoyed at the very same notion.

He opened his drawer, picking out the uniform that was neatly placed on a black hanging stick and started putting the articles of clothing onto his pale numbed body.

Of course the Slytherin common rooms would be icily cold if the castle's caretaker was a male who could barely care for himself and talked looney to a feline he was in love with.

Presumably

"Already awake are you?" A groggy voice came from the next bed up, Dimitri sitting up and running his fingers through the wave of blonde that sat on his head "what time is it?"

"8am" Tom briefly spoke, his fingers busily weaving in and out of his tie "Potions"

"No wonder you're trying to look your best, your boyfriend will be there"

Tom ignored his friend and begun pulling on his socks.

"Whats got you in a mood today" Dimitri huffed, a slight creak from his bed as he stood to his feet and ruffled his sheets before making his way over to his own wardrobe which held his uniform crumbled at the bottom.

"Nothing" Tom answered "Trying to remember some potion ingredients"

"Of course you were" Dimitri scoffed, pulling out his uniform with one finger and holding it away from his body, giving an unsure look to the clothing's condition.

Tom finished tying his laces and looked back to his friend with what seemed to be rags in his fingertips "I sometimes forget you're a Malfoy"

"They're too prissy for my liking"

"Not Lucius" Tom rebuked