As I entered the bustling dining hall, my eyes scanned the room, searching for an empty seat amidst the chatter and clinking of cutlery. Suddenly, my gaze halted on a figure across the room. He sat alone at a corner table, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his intense dark eyes. There was an aura of mystery about him, an enigmatic allure that drew me in like a moth to a flame. Our eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. In those piercing eyes, I glimpsed depths of emotion I couldn't quite decipher. There was a hint of sadness, a touch of longing, but also a spark of something indescribable. My heart quickened its pace as I felt an inexplicable connection with this stranger. It was as if we were two lost souls, recognizing each other across the vast expanse of the room. Curiosity and intrigue flooded my mind as I tore my gaze away, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. Who was he? What secrets lay hidden behind those captivating eyes? I couldn't shake the feeling that our encounter was more than mere chance. With a newfound determination, I made my way across the dining hall, my steps guided by an unspoken force. As I approached his table, I felt a rush of anticipation coursing through my veins.Our eyes locked once more, and in that moment, I knew that my life was about to change forever. **I do not own the idea of or characters related to Harry Potter** This story does not follow the suspected storyline of Tom Riddle.
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