If You Could See it Through My Eyes (Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

Waffles for Breakfast, Anyone?

Good day, fellow humans! I'm sorry, I'm just assuming you're humans, it's wrong to just assume things like that...

Anyway, a little bit of a fun fact: 

niv·e·ous

/ˈnivēəs/ adjective

LITERARY

snowy or resembling snow. "all seemed to shimmer and slip away into a niveous haze, as if a fog was rising from some realm beneath the floor"

Got that from the webs. Wonderful thing, copy and paste. On with the cringy story!

Tom POV*

As usual, Tom was up before anyone else in the morning. He laid in bed for a few moments, basking in the silence that the morning usually brought. Then, Tom swung his legs over the side of his bed and silently walked to the bathroom, careful not to wake his other roommates.

Tom scowled at his reflection in the mirror as he waved his wand, smoothing his hair down and summoning his uniform that he had picked out the previous night. After using magic to get his other business done, he walked back to his bed, picking up his books, homework, parchment, quills, and other things he would need for the day ahead. Tom figured that he would need to stop by the library before breakfast; there was a book he had been itching to check out all summer.

Good morning, Master, Nagini hissed, stirring from the foot of Tom's bed. She stretched (or at least as much as a snake can stretch) and slithered over to Tom's pillow, her four and a half feet length stretched out across his bed. I thought you were going to send that letter this morning.

An annoying pang was felt in Tom's stomach as Nagini gently flipped the pillow over to reveal a neatly folded piece of parchment. Quietly as to not wake anyone, Tom replied, I've changed my mind.

A glint showed in Nagini's eyes. Why? Scared someone would find out?

No! I just don't care.

I think you do. Nagini carefully slid her head under the letter, shifting it towards Tom. You wouldn't have written it in the first place if you didn't want to say anything to her.

Tom pursed his lips. That was last night, when I wasn't thinking properly with the excitement of finally being back here. Now I know that it's just stupid.

Nagini hissed, tilting her head. Bring it just in case you change your mind... again.

Tom sighed, slipping the letter in his robes, before striding out into the corridors of Hogwarts.

The letter burned a hole in his pocket.

Tom ignored it, set on his path to the library. He didn't care about what Iodine thought about him; but someone once told him that old habits are hard to break, and he finally understood the depth of their meaning.

Before Tom realized the vast superiority he had over Iodine, he had been, and he shuddered to think about it, friends with the Muggle. Even once he had found out, he had sent a few letters back and forth from Hogwarts to wherever she stayed over the winter, talking about trivial things. Tom had even sent a letter in fourth year, even though by then he was only pretending to care for the insipid girl.

It was concerning, he decided, that he would want to linger in his acquaintanceship with the Muggle. No doubt it was because he had to stay around the filth during the summer; hopefully within a few days he would be back to his normal self. Still, the letter did explain why he refused to associate with her anymore...