*Silent Beauty's P.O.V.*

The faint snapping of a branch behind me snaps me back to reality. My head whips around, my brilliant purple eyes meeting the muddy brown ones of Tom Riddle. I stare, my face blank.
"Would you like to explain to me why you didn't answer me when I talked to you, you filthy Half-blood?" He barks
I don't respond.
"Answer me you little freak!" Tom growls, his voice like nails on a chalkboard.
I slightly stiffen, the action barley noticable. My eye's stay trained on his, no emotion showing through. I stare silently at his pale face, his handsome pale face. His brown hair fell just past his forhead in a slight mess of curls, his brown eye's were normal and very common, yet still very beautiful.
"Why don't you talk? Can't you talk freak?"
This time, I visibly flinch at the word. Tom smirks,
"What? The name freak hit a nerve? Were's your mummy freak?"
My gaze hardens, my jaw clenches and I fight to maintain my self control.
"What's the matter Freak? Is she dead? Is your little mummy dead?" Tom taunts
That was all it took. One single comment about my mother, that's all it ever takes. I jump to my feet,
"You listen here you pathetic little brat, my mother has nothing to do with this. Don't you EVER insult her. My mother was one of the best witches this world has ever known and she was a PUREBLOOD as was my father! So shut your dumbass fucking mouth before I shut it for you. PERMANITLY."
I spin on my heel, about to walk away,
"I thought... I thought you couldn't talk..."
"I chose to remain Silent. Tell anyone about our little 'chat' and I will have to kill you." My voice was sickly sweet, beautiful and horrifying.
That's the funny thing about voices, they alway's show the truth about your soul.