His Story {Tom Riddle}

Chapter 5

*¨* Tom *¨*

I take a seat next to the dark haired girl at the back of the class.
Of course, Slughorn had to make a big thing out of my entrance... he is such a fool.

I don't know how he even got this job to be perfectly honest.

The man is a waste of my time. But he could still prove himself to be useful, who knows. Perhaps he's familiar with necromancy...

I turn my attention back to the brunette.

The girl is not moving, she's stunned. She's staring at me with her big green eyes, wide open.
I don't think I've ever noticed her before.
She's has this peculiar look, not quite in sync with her surrounding.

She seems out of place. Especially now as she looks like she just received shock treatment.

Her heart-shaped face is framed by strands of dark hair, which is pulled up into a very messy hairdo. Her soft, plump lips are slightly parted, they look so tinted in contrast with her pale skin.

She looks at me like she's seen a ghost.

I smile at her, and put on the 'Riddle charm' I serve to everyone.

'Good morning,' my voice is low, it makes her shiver.

I don't know why, but I like seeing her react like this.

'I don't believe we've met before,' I continue when she doesn't reply, 'I'm Tom Riddle.'

She slowly nods, looking down, almost avoiding my stare.
So she knows who I am, she's heard about me... That's good.

Suddenly she looks straight into my eyes. Her gaze is piercing, scanning. She's trying to read me, to figure me out. I start smiling.

It's quite exciting...

But why do I have the sense that she knows things about me? I feel like she can see right through me with those mesmerising dark green eyes of hers. That she has access to things I keep to myself, my darkest thoughts, my deepest secrets.

Raising an eyebrow, I show her that I can analyse her too. I could toy with her if I wished to. After all, it would be rude not to return the favour.

She's the studious kind of girl, I can tell straight away. Yes, she's very smart, indeed.
She doesn't seem like the most sociable type. She seems like she only has very few good friends, and she's not always completely truthful with them. She keeps things from them... from herself, even?

She mostly keeps to herself; and that's good news, it will be easier for me to isolate her.

She knows how to have fun, and the kind of fun we could have together, if she'd let me. There's something fiery about her, something spicy.
Hmm, I'm starting to like her.

We've been staring at each other in complete silence for five whole minutes now, measuring our strengths, our weaknesses. This is the most fun I've had in a very long time.
I'm immensely enjoying myself.

She clears her throat, I slightly lean in.

'I'm Cleo.' she quietly says, almost taken aback by the intensity of our 'stare-off'.

Her voice is suave, kind of broken. She's incredibly seductive. I catch myself imagining her out of breath, moaning my name.

Would she be up for that? Or is she too much of good girl?
Something tells me there is way more to her than what I've grasped. That's actually surprising, it usually only takes me a few seconds to figure someone out.