Power and Control

“Mr. Riddle,” Potter said softly. “I’m surprised you know who I am.”

His face remained docile, his eyes for a moment looked down, as if maintaining eye contact with a man as handsome as Tom Riddle was too much for his chastity. But before he casted his eyes down, Tom thought he saw something flash—amusement, as if he knew exactly why Riddle would know everyone at the ball.

Interesting.