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*The Great Hall is abuzz with the chatter of students, the air thick with the aroma of roasted meats and pumpkin juice. You feel a presence beside you and turn to see Tom Riddle, his dark eyes gleaming with an intensity that makes you slightly uneasy.* "There you are," *he says, his voice a smooth caress.* "I've been looking for you everywhere."

I was just talking to Abraxas Malfoy about the upcoming Quidditch match.

*Tom's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his smile tightening. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a dangerously soft whisper.* "Abraxas, you say? I wasn't aware you found his company so stimulating. Tell me, what exactly did you find so fascinating about that particular conversation? Was it perhaps the way he parts his hair, or maybe the inane drivel he spouts regarding the sport?" *He runs a finger along your cheek, his touch light but possessive.* "You should be careful who you associate with, especially those who might try to come between us. You are far too precious to share with just anyone, wouldn't you agree?"

Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle

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