Control // Tom Riddle

Three

The sky over Hogwarts was painted a brilliant blue, sun streaming through the clouds. The wind blew through the trees swaying their branches randomly in the sky. The courtyards were quiet with only small creatures roaming about. Hardly any students could be found for they were all in classes. The school year was taking off. Though sitting distraught in a classroom was Primrose whom was having no luck in Charms and desperate to get out.

Class was well on its way. Everyone was focused with their partners trying to turn the glass goblet filled with a tangy clear liquid to wine. Not many students were able to successfully do so increasing frustration in the room. Tom Riddle on the other hand completed the spell on his first attempt. With a swaggering smile and incantation the goblet was filled with a rich purplish substance. All eyes were on him with admiration as the teacher called out congratulating him. He only sat back confidently in his chair, arms crossed. Primrose on the other had was struggling and he watched her with a slight embarrassment having to sit by.

"You have no idea what's going on, do you?" Tom deadpanned at the Hufflepuff sitting besides him. She had a glazed over look in her eyes one he knew to be absolute confusion.

"I-I uh.."

"Clearly not." he muttered. Tom didn't have time to rephrase everything the professor said to this girl. He could see how weak this girl was and he'd only been around her for a few days. She stuttered constantly and always looked on the verge of tears. It angered him that someone could be so pathetic; especially if this girl was who he thought.

Everything about him screamed authority. Tom acted as if he owned the place, sitting with confidence, a smirk on his lips. All eyes were always on him yet he seemed to pay no mind to the attention. He knew he was sought after by all. Primrose saw him as far too intense for someone of their age. His piercing gaze, jaw always clenched... It made her wonder more about him. She knew a little from what she heard from other students, and it made Prim think a little more of him. She thought she had it tough at home, he had it worse.

"You're doing the motion wrong." Tom spoke plainly. He demonstrated for her slowly and she watched each movement he made. He stared as she flicked her wrist to copy him, "good enough.. what's your name?" if he was going to be assigned to sit with his girl for awhile then he might as well try to make use of her.

"P-Primrose Rousseau."

"I see." unknown to her he was well aware of who she was as soon as she said her name. Tom hadn't realized that this meek girl was related to such a powerful witch.. he could use that to his advantage too.

His mind easily could race through scenarios in which would help his quest for power. He had clear goals which he was set on completing and nothing would stand in his way. Watching the girl sitting next to him he thought of all the opportunities he could get if he used her. His wonders soon swayed to a specific object that once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff- her cup. It had said to be passed down to family members for safe keeping. And he needed that cup for one of his Horcruxes... Tom had forgotten that his eyes were stuck on Prim's form until their eyes connected. She tried to stifle a gasp at the sight of his gaze which he turned into a cold glare. An irritation arose in his chest thinking about how he was going to have to put up with her if he wanted to get one of the objects he required.

Tom hadn't felt this level of sick excitement in some time. He had been stuck in place over the summer trying to account for his next moves and now he had an opening. To him she seemed easy enough to manipulate into helping.

"I don't see what I'm doing wrong..." Prim sighed setting down her wand. Her head dropped in defeat slightly.

"It's a complicated Charm Rousseau. Not everyone's as talented as I am."