Myrtle hurried out the door at the end of class, hoping to make it back to Ravenclaw Tower before -
"Hey, Four-Eyes! Don't you need a license to be that ugly?" shrieked Olive Hornby.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
"S-stop it, Olive," said Myrtle, stammering in the effort of controlling herself.
"Awww, am I making you sad, ittle bittle baby Myrtle?" taunted Olive.
In tears, Myrtle fled to the bathroom and locked herself in a stall, where she proceeded to sob hysterically. After a quarter of an hour, she calmed down sufficiently to hear a strange hissing noise. Startled, she peeked under the stall door and saw a tall boy and a scaly green reptile at least one hundred feet long. The boy was hissing to what she guessed was a snake, and the snake was hissing back.
A sudden realization leapt at Myrtle - This boy could talk to snakes. That probably made him a Slytherin. And since that was a trait that Salazar Slytherin supposedly had, that probably made him...
"The heir of Slytherin," she whispered in shock, biting down the urge to scream.
At that very moment, a charm from Myrtle's bracelet fell of and hit the floor. It made a soft clatter, but in the silence it sounded like a gunshot. The boy turned, and their eyes locked.
It was Tom Riddle.