"Tom Riddle." Replied Tom, accepting the handshake. Orion was tall with bright grey eyes and black hair brushed neatly backwards, not quite reaching his shoulders. Two badges gleamed on his chest.

"Riddle? I don't know any Riddles, how about you Sis?" The girl looked Tom up and down. She looked very similar to her brother. Tom thought they might be twins. The girl smirked. "No, can't say I do." She replied slowly. "I'm guessing you're a first year, am I right?" She added.

After a couple moments, Tom nodded. "And you are?" He said softly. He was starting to feel uncomfortable with the way they looked at him. Like they were birds of prey looking upon a small rodent. The girls small smirk split into a grin, which showed off four shiny silver teeth. "Walburga Black, heard the name before have you...Black?" "No." Replied Tom simply. His sense of foreboding creeping up every second spent in their company. "Not to worry sweetie, I didn't expect you had." She leaned forward, until her nose was mere inches from Toms.

She spoke again but this time her voice was lowered "In fact, I expect an ickle baby mudblood like yourself to know exceptionally little about anything." Tom stared unblinking into Wulpurgas bright grey eyes, so much like her brothers. He began imagining ways he would dim them.

However, Tom knew he would be no match for these obviously trained, older students.

Tom took a step forward so that Wulpurga was forced to stumble backwards slightly. "I'm not seeking any trouble from you, I'm actually late for an appointment with the landlord."

This was a lie, of course he had no such set appointment. But he wanted to appear less alone. Surely that was the real reason they had picked him out of a crowd.

The bald boy in deep black robes leaned onto the bar and scanned behind it. "If you were waiting for him here, it would seem he is also late." He said, looking back at Tom. "I imagine you can spare us an extra few minutes, eh mudblood?" He finished silkily. The others smiled appreciatively.

Tom could feel himself losing patience, but he willed himself not to. He had been warned there would be consequences for any continued past behaviours. "What do you mean by mudblood? Tell me." Tom retorted defiantly. Putting extra emphasis on the last two words.

Orions hand slipped inside his robe and pulled out very slowly, a long and thin piece of wood. Tom knew what it was because he had seen Dumbledore set his wardrobe on fire with a similar looking instrument.