Her fingers delicately flip through the diary, Hermione barely remembering to breathe as she soaks in the words. Just as she and Draco had suspected, M. Lestrange was at Hogwarts at the same time as Tom Riddle. She tries to find his name, any hints of him, but there is barely anything. The first entry appears to occur around her sixteenth birthday, when she first received the diary, and learned of a disappointing betrothal. Through the young woman’s writing she can see some of Draco’s poorly veiled chagrin at his own betrothal to the youngest Greengrass daughter. How odd it all seems to Hermione, how difficult to understand a concept so at odds with her own upbringing (unless she considers the social dynamics within her well-loved and worn Jane Austen novels).