Voldemort smirked at her. Sending an uncomfortable silence her way until she found herself looking over at him, which she soon regretted. A cold expression hung off a face of handsome features. Features that somehow fit her imagination of what Tom Marvolo Riddle might have looked like back when he had opened the Chamber of Secrets, but somehow  older. Perhaps it was what he looked like before he had damned his split soul so terribly his face had warped to the likeness of the snake that he was. The question was, then, how he had gotten his old form back?