Tom Riddle took another drag of his cigarette. Slowly, he placed it in the nook of a polished, heavy-looking ashtray. He stood and removed his suit jacket, slinging it over the arm of his chair. For a moment, Hermione was surprised he hadn’t carefully hung it over the chairback. He can probably just press some button under his desk and call for a new one, Hermione thought, if this one wrinkles.