"Sure." Following Harry to Fortescue’s, he watched his young charge and those around them. While most purebloods were polite and tilted their heads when they made eye contact, most avoided them, simply because neither was familiar. There was freedom in anonymity, Tom Riddle realised. All his life he had thrived for recognition, yet now, watching their community through Harry's eyes, he noticed how carefree he could be both in his actions and his demeanour as long as nobody knew who he was. Maybe he too should adopt a glamour to allow them to enjoy this more often.