Tom Riddle had never noticed her before, and that’s saying something. He had never seen hide nor hair of Sicily before until the day he walked into the library distracted by finding the books he needed, and happened upon her studying at a table in the back, half hidden by stacks of books and parchment. Sicily sat there in her Ravenclaw robes and quietly worked on her essays for class. If Tom hadn’t immediately left he library and asked his inner circle about her he would have thought she just appeared from thin air. But the others took a moment to think about it and reported brief memories of an ordinary Ravenclaw, always studying and never talking to anyone. But Tom Riddle didn’t believe it, he didn’t believe that she was someone ordinary, someone with no friends who preferred the company of books. He’d never think that the girl who captured his attention so completely from the moment he saw her was of ordinary magical ability, normal grades for a Ravenclaw, and friendless. It made him even more curious. It made him wonder and plot. It made him want to be seen. He wants to know what is under her disguise, or if she really is under a disguise at all.