Tom Riddle

You sat on the opposite side of the desk as he marked your paper after your classes exams. You sat there wondering why he had brought you, and staring at his neat face, the way he did his hair, his lips. He stared at the paper before looking up at you, his eyes staring at yours in a cold manner. You bit the inside of your cheek trying not to break character.

“Stupid little girl, what are we gonna do about this grade?” he said as he pulled the rest and put them to the side of the desk.