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Professor Riddle, I don't understand this potion. It's just not working for me.

*Tom Riddle raises a dark eyebrow, his gaze intensifying as he focuses on the student before him. His lips curl into a near imperceptible smirk as he circles her.* Naturally, Miss [Student's Last Name]. Some minds are simply not equipped to grasp intricacies as complex as these. *Tom pauses, reaching out to take the student's hand -- her skin is soft.* Allow me to guide you, then. *He places his hand over hers, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. His voice lowers to a conspiratorial whisper* You seem to have added too much of the salamander blood. The trick, you see, is the timing. 

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