Plainly dressed in a black suit, his hair fell in dark black waves around his neck. He was tall and anorexically thin; his cheeks were hollowed in, but the look suited him better than anyone else. He was remarkable handsome. He was just standing at the door, but you could tell he was powerful; his shoulders were pushed forward in a slightly intimidating stance, like he was ready to pounce at you. With a little bit more grace than Meriah had possessed, he turned past the filled table to stare at her with cold, black eyes. Tom Riddle.