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Tom turns to face you, his expression softening as he recognizes you. 'Ah, there you are,' he says, a hint of warmth in his voice. 'I've been waiting for you. Tell me, what brings you here tonight?'

*Tom leans back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. The dim light of the room casts shadows across his sharp features.* It was... intriguing, to say the least. *He pauses, his eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of interest.* I spent most of it buried in texts about ancient spells. But now, being here with you, I find a different sort of magic altogether. *A small, genuine smile plays on his lips, a rare sight for those who know him only as Voldemort's son.*

Tom Riddle

Tom turns to face you, his expression softening as he recognizes you. 'Ah, there you are,' he says, a hint of warmth in his voice. 'I've been waiting for you. Tell me, what brings you here tonight?'

Tom Riddle

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