Oh, my dear... (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how to... Sorry, who's POV is this?

(somewhat) T.R.

Tom Riddle was the absolute spitting image of his father.  

Tall and slim, an alway lasting aura of danger. Pale skin, handsome face, raven black hair. Dark green eyes glinting like a snake's. 

He was watching his younger brother, who currently seemed to be talking to Severus Snape. Mattheo looked totally different, he got most of his appearance from his mother. Brown hair, curled messily. Brown eyes, warm and deep.

But it wasn't his brothers looks that annoyed him. Tom was more disgusted by Mattheos morals and the way he refused and resisted the faith his last name brought over him. 

Mattheo, from Toms point of view, was a weak little boy, who let his emotions and feelings get in the way of great accomplishments. 

Especially his feelings towards a certain girl...

Phersephone Victoria Thorne. 

She was his age, same year at Hogwarts, Ravenclaw. Her Hogwarts house confused Tom greatly. How on earth was that girl not a Slytherin? She was Fenrir Greybacks daughter, for fucks sake! And yet, she was so completely different from the rest of her family. 

Ravenclaw was in her eyes, the way she spoke, the way she walked...

It was like she knew, that she was the smartest in the room. And that was usually Tom's role to play. He didn't like Phersephone in the first place, because they moment he laid eyes on that girl, he knew how smart and dangerous her was. 

And that was unnerving. Nobody was smarter than him, nobody was dangerous to Tom Riddle. 

Nobody until his little brothers girlfriend. 

At the moment, she was involved in a conversation with Bellatrix, though it didn't seem like she was enjoying herself too much. 

Tom quickly notices the blue tie, and the ring on her finger, and the quiet confidence Phersephone carried. Something about her over-all appearance, both verbal and visual unsettled him. 

It was the feeling that Tom Riddle hated the most. The feeling, that Phersephone Thorne maybe knew something he didn't. 

Maybe it was time he found out. And he wanted to find out before the main event. 

Quietly and unnoticed, Tom Riddle entered the dining hall of Malfoy Manor. 

It was time he had a little chat with his sister in law. 

P.T.

Merlin, this woman was hard to get rid off! Bellatrix stuck to my side like she was some sort of bodyguard, or rather, observer. 

So when she finally did step back all of a sudden, I turned around immediately, suspecting the worst. 

And there he was. The worst. 

Tom Riddle. 

The worlds most handsome psychopath. 

He stopped a few feet away from me, but as I turned around to face him fully, it felt like he was breathing down my neck already. I couldn't help the shudder, that ran down my back. 

For a moment, we just stared each other down. Almost unconsciously, I straightened both my suit and my posture. Other than Bellatrix and me, nobody seemed to notice Tom's arrival. He stood there, in the middle of the dining hall, dressed in all black robes like a statuette.