Ashley refused to acknowledge that she did, in fact, let out a tiny squeak when the unexpected voice spoke up as she passed by the twisting alleyway that led to Knockturn Alley. Her head snapped to the side and she was greeted by blood red irises glowing through half-lidded eyes within the dark setting. The figure, a tall man, was casually leaning against the wall of the alleyway, detached from the roaming crowds of shoppers. He moved away from the wall and stepped into the light, revealing himself to Ashley. It was Voldemort-no... It was Tom Marvolo Riddle standing there, donned in the proper attire for his title of Lord Gaunt-Slytherin. He looked every bit the handsome young wizard he had been before he split his soul multiple times. Well, maybe a bit more mature than that time. Tom presented himself as if he was in his early to mid-twenties rather than sixteen (or sixty-five like he really was).