There all morons, every last one of them. This is what Tom Riddle constantly thought of his fellow school peers. Life at Hogwarts was dull and restricted; though he had to admit he would rather be at Hogwarts than the orphanage. It wasn't that Tom hated Hogwarts, in fact he considered it his home, and he didn't have to hide his magic and was praised for being the best at it. Tom was just too good he thought to himself, he had gotten bored with the mediocre spells they were performing in class and had sought out something more challenging. That's when he had come across dark magic, he couldn't get enough of it, it was like it was calling out to him. He was starting his sixth year now and that was a while ago; not long after Tom had formed the Knights of Walpurgis.
Tom walked into the train cabin and found Nott, Mulciber and Avery already there. Tom sat down next to Nott and not long after Lestrange entered the cabin sitting in between Mulciber and Avery. These boys weren't stupid enough to ask Tom how his holidays were; instead they sat there in silence daring to not speak a word until Tom had.
"We'll meet up tonight after hours in our usual spot" Tom said not bothering with any formalities. "Wonder if this year will be as good as last" said Avery. "You mean that mudblood dying?" asked Mulciber. "Yeah, I'm just disappointed they caught what did it before it could kill more" Avery laughed. "I'm going to my prefects meeting, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone or you'll regret it" Tom said directing his glare to Avery who swallowed hard; before standing up and leaving.
Tom hated these stupid prefect meetings, but needed to attend to them to keep up his good student persona. He knew he would be head boy next year, everyone did. Headmaster Dippet and all the other professors loved him, with the expectation of Dumbledore who had been keeping an annoying eye on him after the Chamber of Secrets opened.
As Tom entered the prefect cabin he looked around, it was the same line up from last year just with the addition of the new fifth years who looked over excited to be there. Tom walked over to where a scrawny looking fifth year Hufflepuff was sitting, Tom glared at him and the boy jumped of his seat and found another. Tom took the seat of the Hufflepuff.
"Hi Tom" giggled a Slytherin girl Tom had seen before, her name was something like star Tom thought. "I made prefect" well durhh thought Tom, you wouldn't be here if you hadn't. "Guess this means we'll be spending a lot more time with each other" she said flirtatiously. "Looking forward to it Stella" he said suddenly remember her name.
Tom eyed the Stella off, she was attractive he thought. She had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and sharp facial features. Stella caught Tom eyeing her and giggled turning pink. Tom smiled at her, making her go red. It was too easy with women he thought.
They were sitting at the great hall waiting for the first years to be sorted into their houses. Tom only payed attention to the new Slytherin's seeing of any had potential. Tom wanted it to be over, he was starving; he hadn't eaten a proper meal since before summer.
"Fouquat, Maelie" called Dumbledore. Tom looked up to see a girl with raven hair and piercing dark blue eyes walking up to the sorting hat. She looked much too old to be a first year and judging by her name Tom presumed her to be a transfer from Beauxbatons.
"Check out the new girl" he heard Avery say to no one in particular. "Hope she gets placed in Slytherin" Lestrange said winking. "Ravenclaw!" the sorting hat yelled. "Shame about that one, but I heard she's in sixth year" said Nott. "Who is she?" asked Tom looking at Nott. "Maelie Fouquat a transfer from Beauxbatons, pureblood" Nott said looking pleased with himself. "How do you know?" asked Mulciber shoving Nott. Nott shoved Mulciber back. "Heard some girls gossiping about her on the train" Nott said while rubbing his arm from a stinging curse Mulciber hit him with. "Well I'd like to get to know IN her, if you boys know what I mean" Avery winked. "Avery you'd sleep with anything with a pulse" Lestrange said. "That's not true, I draw the line at Mudbloods" said Avery defending himself.
Food suddenly appeared on the table in front of them. Tom ignored the boys bickering and started eating for England, occasionally glancing over at the Ravenclaw table.