"I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to." Tom Riddle looked down a little. "I can't like them, either."
Dumbledore's eyebrow raised slightly. "What do you mean by that?"
"I can tolerate others, and I can appreciate something they've done. I just can't…like them."
"And this is why you have no friends?"
"Not really. I just prefer to be alone."
Dumbledore looked at him strangely for a moment, then continued explaining to him about Hogwarts.