Cold-Blooded (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Chapter 3

March 11, 1935

First day in Class at Wool's Orphanage

          "And here you'll have a new classmate for the year," Miss Adams was quick to bring (drag you, actually) in the room in front of seated random (what you could guess to be) nine-year olds, much to your discomfort. Additionally to your dismay, Mary can't come with you, for she was in another class with another teacher; so, she can't really show you how things work around here. It's possibly because of the age difference-- that's how they base knowledge around here, you guessed. If Mary's not here to keep you company then...

That means you'll have to make a new friend...

Or maybe not, and just remain in your solitude.

Yeah, the latter sounded a lot better.

Internally groaning, you slumped your usually stiff, straight spine (from pureblood practices), and tried to predict what will happen on your stay here for the sake of your own pathetic entertainment. So far as you've observed...

Because of the lack of staff, it may be probable that whoever Mary's teacher right now might be your teacher too. You just hope that they won't be like Miss Adams.

"Take a seat and wait for your first teacher to show up. Don't go actin' up on trouble, brat," The aforementioned git commanded sternly, causing for you to slightly glare at her before looking for an empty seat, when realization suddenly dawned to you. So... She's not your teacher?... Hm, for now, at least.

Following her instructions, you sat at the back of the room, on an unoccupied seat right next to that familiar ravenette that sat across you at lunch yesterday. As soon as you did, the mean lady exited the room, and the class was left to do their own business while they still have free time.

Bored, you looked down at your wooden desk-attached chair to see a lot of carvings on it-- most were just mindless doodles or written names and whatnot. Sighing, you looked at your seatmate, only to notice that he was seated at the very corner, with no kid sitting in front of him, nor on your place until you arrived.

It was either he was avoiding other kids... or the other kids were avoiding him.

To test the randomly thought-out hypothesis of yours, you greeted your seatmate with a simple "Hello", with a lazy wave and smile to see how he would react to socializing. He would either ignore you or say something unpleasant. Or maybe you just misunderstood him, and it was just a coincidence that no one was sitting near him when you arrived.

He had his back straight, much like to your own before you entered the classroom. He was quiet, poised-- seemingly a gentleman. He looked approachable. But once living in the wizarding world, you knew better than judging a book by its cover.

The mentioned boy just looked at you with some sort of scrutinizing gaze, as if contemplating whether you were worthy of his time or not. He was thinking long and hard, as his eyes narrowed in cynicism, before his off-putting look disappeared, and he finally answered.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" Okay, you were caught off-guard.

The way he sounded so trained and confident; so sure and formal, much like a fellow pure-blood, definitely caught you off-guard.

You didn't like it.

Which one? Both; him being like a pure-blood, and you being surprised (you're not used to it).

"What's your name?" Despite your initially surprised reaction, you decided to carry out the conversation.

"Tom; Tom Riddle." His name was simple, much like his answer; it's a very much common English name. However, something tells you that this boy was beyond just "simple" and "common". The aura he was emitting feels enticing, but something inside you was warning you to be careful, to be alert. He felt dangerous.