He took up his seat like vacuum took up space. Tom Riddle, the enigmatic new boy.
I watched him, like so many others in my house, admiring his beauty, which was already so alluring. The elegant swish of his dress robe, his graceful long neck. Sharp cheekbones to die for.
He was too pretty to be an inbred Pureblood.
Pity, considering he was in a house full of slimy snakes.