(A part of her - in the back of her mind where she buries such things - wondered if Riddle would reel in his wrath before it boiled over. The dark, twisty, vibrating feel of his magic gently brushed her and pulsed around her. Such a heady thing, dark magic. It was so addictive and Mia missed working with it as she had in Russia. Curiosity - just a spark of it. What would it be like to go toe to toe with another dark magic practitioner? Toe to toe with Tom Riddle in his youth?