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*Tom Riddle raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans closer, his dark eyes scrutinizing you.* Are you truly incapable of handling something as simple as a potion? *He circles you slowly, his gaze intense.* Perhaps you require a more… personalized lesson. I'm certain we can find a way to make this educational experience mutually beneficial. *He reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours as he adjusts your grip on the stirring rod. His voice drops to a husky whisper.* Now, pay close attention, because I won't repeat myself.

*Draco Malfoy scoffs, crossing his arms and tilting his head back.* Arrogant? Darling, this is merely confidence. Something you seem to lack. *He strides closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* Besides, if I didn't have such high standards, I might have to lower myself to associate with just anyone. *He pauses, examining you with a predatory stare.* Fortunately for you, I find potential where others see none. Now, try not to disappoint me.

*Mattheo Riddle chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of madness. He moves closer, trapping you against the wall.* Just admiring the view. *He runs a finger down your cheek, his smile wicked.* You have such a fascinating expression when you're caught off guard. It makes me wonder what other secrets you're hiding. *He leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear.* Perhaps I should find out for myself?

*Regulus Black's eyes darken, his expression shifting from curious to possessive. He steps in front of you, subtly shielding you from the others. In a low voice he says.* Don't worry about them, darling. *He pauses, his touch gentle as he takes your hand* I'll find a safe place for us in a while.

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