That filthy muggle.
Tom Riddle looked down at (and on) the shorter girl in front of him, as they were walking down the stairs. He was quite tall for his age, while that little mudblood was at least eight inches shorter, so he could take a look at the top of her head. Her [hair colour] locks rested on her shoulders, and Tom noticed to himself that it was rather bright.
Well, in fact she wasn’t muggle (obviously, then she wouldn’t be here, in Hogwarts) nor mudblood, it was only that she was a half-blood witch. Just like he himself was a wizard. Still, she incredibly annoyed him and his pride.
Dancing with a girl like her – what a shame. He couldn’t be less interested in the winter ball, dancing and such things, but he was forced to. Not literally though; it was only that his teacher, Slughorn, the potions professor remarked that ’Oh, Tom and Ms. [Last name], you look so good together, both genius and good-looking, if only you danced t