Chapter 19: Ceremony
He, much like other children, were unable to hide their awe at the sight of the noble castle. And for that one moment, Tom Riddle was just like any other kid staring at the school, speechless. The great hall was even more amazing with the constellations in the sky. This time, he was more composed and did not show his excitement outwardly. However, he anticipated going to class more than ever. Magic was tangible in the air, he was breathing and living in magic. Tom smiled.
He, along with Abraxas and the other first years sat down as Headmaster Dippet gave the welcoming speech and began the sorting hat ceremony. Tom followed the speech with little interest, instead he listened to the conversation around him about the different houses. After the sorting hat finished its song, and students began being listed off, Tom waited impatiently for his name to be called.
"Tom Riddle!"
Swiftly, but elegantly, Tom rose from his chair and calmly walked towards the hat. As the hat went over his head, Tom silently waited.
My, this is rare. Most children would love to talk when they have the chance.
'I am not most children'
Indeed, you aren't Mr. Riddle, or would you prefer me to call you Tom?
'Aren't you the one doing the mind reading?'
Of course, just wanted to be sure. You are quite ambitious, and willing to do anything to obtain your goal. Have you not thought about the feelings of the people you may hurt?
'Ha. Feelings are weak, and only results matter. You are wasting my time. I know I am a Slytherin.'
Beware the darkness within you Mr. Riddle, ultimate demise awaits all who seeks power for power's sake.