Lucius tensed at the mention of the name and did his best to mask his fear and keep his expression neutral. His own heart was beating rapidly and he stuffed his shaking hands in his robe pockets. So...this was young Tom Riddle. He found his mouth going dry and he tried to find the right words to say. He wanted to apparate and flee from the child. The only thing that kept him there was his pride.

He just knew right there how much he hated this city. How much more of a punishment he was going to receive? Haven't he received enough?

"I'm pleased to meet you, Tom Riddle." Lucius finally said once he felt confident enough to speak. "It's a shame that you ended up here instead of where you should be."