The new one

'Tom Riddle' was the name in everybody's ears and mouths at Hogwarts. School prefect, head boy, indescribable talented wizard - maybe the best Hogwarts has ever seen in a long time, good looking, kind, and charming. The confident but calm Riddle was popular amongst most students and teachers, still yet, feared. Riddle knew how to preserve the cloak of fame he had draped around himself in his childhood, never taken it off, for why would he? Things worked perfectly fine. And if somebody did not listen, well, he would make sure they had no other choice. While his influence on students in other houses was significantly less than in his own, everybody soon understood that strange things happened around Riddle and his gang, or whenever something did not work his way. Alex Everleigh has been stuck in the hospital wing for weeks after a strange incident that nobody knew to explain, and while the seed of rumors started to grow into an unstoppable jungle of gossiping and fear, only Tom Riddle knew the truth, like he did with the other students that had crossed his path and did not feel obliged enough to walk in line. While his dark but glowing aura radiated from any stance he took, even if it was just looking out of the window to watch students playing in the yard, most knew that he was the wrong person to mess with. Admired but avoided from the other houses, there was only one house that could not avoid him, and if Slytherin had a mysterious reputation before Tom Riddle joined it, then it was redefined by his appearance almost seven years ago.

Tom's eyes glanced to the dark green water moving against the window ever so decently, he rubbed his chin in concentration. And the things they have been talking lately, 'Tsk', Tom thought. It made absolutely no sense to him. But there, these two were saying it as well.

"Do you think she will be sorted into Slytherin?" Asked Mathilda Yaxley, looking to her excited friend Amanda Tewon.

"I don't know, who'd want to be in any other house anyway?"

Both of them giggled as they entered the common room, but their happiness died out the moment they spotted Tom on the black couch, his pale features tinged in the light of the burning fire next to him. He stared at them intensively but seemed unimpressed when the girls scattered away quickly and over into their dormitory. It was a good advice to not be too close to Tom when the wheels in his head were so obviously turning, and they did turn everyday, every second, and surely also while he closed his eyes to sleep. He was beyond ordinary, and while cautious steps needed to be taken while just encountering him, it took an unexplainable amount of ambition to survive while living with him.

'So rumors's voice got louder' Tom thought, but decided to spend no more time thinking of something he would sooner or later find out anyway. The common room started to fill up, and Tom grinned faintly as a couple of girls from the sixth year hurried away, over into the girl's dormitory as well, over into his trap. He rubbed his chin yet again, watching the fire's flames dancing to the left and right before he stretched up, stopping the music that Roy Lestrange just started to play in the back of the room.

"Oi, just that one song?"

"No." Said Tom, putting his wand back. Roy sighed a little but did not try it again as he snickered and patted Tom's back in a friendly way while grinning.

"Managed to get around Slughorn's party again, eh? He told me to inform you that he won't be allowing your absence the next time." Lestrange said, letting go of Tom when he realized that the latter's eyes glanced to his hands, then back to his face.

"Is that so."

"Well, yes. Avery, tell him, 's what Sluggy said, didn't he?" Lestrange turned over to a blond male who nodded.

"Yep. That's what he said." Avery agreed, but shrugged at Lestrange when Tom merely walked out of the common room and was not to be seen hours later.

"Ngh...no, please..." Whimpered a female voice.

"Be quiet, Tewon. Suck. Harder!" Hissed Tom, glaring at the female below trying to please him to the best of her abilities. He laced his hand in her thin hair, pulling it firmly, controlling her head, forcing himself down into her throat deeply and only let go when she gagged too much; he didn't want the mess on himself, after all. Once Amanda had caught her breath again, she knew she had no other choice but to continue - but she was too scared. Her eyes wandered around the dark girl's dormitory, seeing the other girls having their blankets pulled up over their heads, protecting themselves. As if that ever helped.

"Go on. Or do you want that little accident from Nakota happen to you as well?" Asked Tom mischievously, tilting his face over to the empty bed. Amanda shook her head, her bottom lip quivered as Tom raised an eyebrow, and while Amanda's tongue wrapped around the tip of his well endowed self, he was rapidly growing more aggressive when Amanda did not manage to make herself taste the sweet warmth this time. He ripped her head away forcefully, lunged out and slapped right across her face, causing her head to bump against the bed's wall. Amanda did not budge, though wide awake, she cowered down, balled up and squilted shut her eyes tightly when the dormitory's door closed with a loud thud. At least it was over. For tonight.

The air of next morning was, unlike usual, filled with excitement at the great hall during breakfast. Everyone whispered about the new girl that was introduced to spend her last year here at Hogwarts. Nobody quite knew where exactly she came from, some said she was from the U.S., some said Egypt, and Tom was sure that he heard the Ravenclaws claim she was from Spain. Whatever it was, wherever she was from, her case was originally new to Hogwarts. There have been students coming for a visit from other nations, but none of them, once they started schooling elsewhere, was allowed to continue education at another school.

While most teachers said it had something to do with it simply being 'unusually strange', or 'a matter of language boundaries', Tom Riddle was not to be fooled. In his opinion, students were not allowed to skip schools because of the secrets they could spread about their previous institute, something that most schools did well to preserve. Tom's gaze wandered over to Slughorn once he realised that the new girl was going to be famous, and surely a nice addition for his club. While biting into a roll with honey, Tom's eyes scanned the tables when suddenly everything turned dead silent. A girl walked into the Great Hall, pale faced and dark haired was all Tom could see as he watched her walking towards the front, smiling politely at headmaster Dippet who pressed the both of his hands down to hers for a welcoming shake. The both of them exchanged some words that were not audible for Tom during the wolf-whistling erupting here and then, but the girl stood next to Dippet with her arms folded behind her back, facing the crowd that looked up curiously.

"I am certain that many of you have heard the news that we would be gaining another face for this year, this is Lorella Fawst, currently the first student to ever skip schools." Dippet said with a smile and Tom's eyes quickly swept over to Slughorn, who seemed most excited to hear about this.

"Well, tradition has it, tradition need be preserved, shall they not? And I am sure everyone is curious to know to which house you belong." Dippet chuckled and Lorella smiled gently, her cat-like eyes glanced over to the four different tables, but just before Tom and her gaze could lock, Dippet pulled out the Sorting Hat and offered her a seat on a stool. While Lorella's lips twitched slightly, maybe upon feeling a little awkward for being put on the spot and center of attention, she sat down.

"Oh Merlin please let that hottie be a Slytherin..." Murmured Lestrange, pressing Avery away from his view as the latter bent over to see more. Everyone was quiet, eyes concentrated when the hat was put down on the girl's head.

"Oh! Has been a long time, I don't recall sitting on a head older than a child, this is interesting and most troublesome, for how many things have you have already seen, and have so brilliantly solved the obstacles of life.

But the potential I smell,

can't avoid it, tell,

could it be, is it best,

that in Slytherin you shall rest?

I say...Yes."

While the other table's moaned, loud cheering erupted from the house of the green serpent. Tom Riddle stood up and clapped elegantly, the rest of the students followed his lead. Lorella smiled, a soft blush embellished her skin when she walked over to the Slytherins and sat down right in front of the handsome Tom Riddle as the latter previously forced the others to make room with just the slightest eye contact, and before anyone else could congratulate Lorella on making it into Slytherin, Tom had already offered his arm out to the girl, pulling her hand closer to his lips and kissing it while his eyes looked into hers.

"Welcome to Slytherin." He murmured softly.