Just then, a group of Slytherins came down the corridor opposite me. At their head was Tom Riddle, handsome and appealing and indeed a Riddle to me. All the other boys however old or young fell down at my feet but Tom… he was indifferent.

Suddenly it irked me to have these idiots trailing behind me.

I flicked Ivor off behind me and strode away angrily, all the while waiting for Tom Riddle to look in my direction.

Suddenly, I didn’t want me boy-toys anymore.

Suddenly, I wanted Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle alone.