Zoe traced her fingers down the glass that covered all of the trophies, the house cups, the plaques and awards. It was all just a bunch of names, names were not important to her. Your actions made you who you were, but your name was what everyone knew.
She stopped her slow pacing to study a few of the names and titles. Tom Riddle, her eyes sparkled as she saw it. She wondered who he was.
She brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and traced her fingers along the trophies once more. She didn't want the useless piece of metal behind the glass, all that was was a tangible thing.
She circled the room, looking at the names with much more interest than anyone else would have.