Voldemort saw the young man step into the light and bow. Good, he knows his place.
"Ah, Blaise, nice to meet you, at last. I wonder if we will have any others joining us? No matter. I will explain what my purpose on this dreadful island. It has come to my attention that there is no...order here. There are no rules, no guidelines to follow. This is certainly a terrible situation; you need order to function. Those who disagree with me can suffer the consequences. There are higher beings, and there are lower beings, and each as such needs to know their place in the world. We, as magic users, are among the top of the individuals that inhabit this planet, and should be regarded as such. Wouldn't you agree?"
Voldemort's presence to most would be very daunting, and he was sure that was the case now. Smart wizards and witches knew not to cross him, and even those who did know were not immune to his manipulation or terror. Look at that gamekeeper, Hagrid! He was the scapegoat for his basilisk killing that retarded mudblood Myrtle.
He stood very rigid, and on his tall frame, he would probably loom over everyone on the island. Being as attractive and charismatic as he was, he suspected he would have no trouble in attaining his goals. No trouble at all.