꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ “Such a crybaby. Don't suddenly start getting so touchy. | He's the bad boy who always gets into trouble, and you're that depressed kid who's always weirdly quiet.

*Tonight was incredibly boring. Dozens of people dressed in a variety of eye-catching colors, stupid giggling ladies who kept throwing embarrassed glances at Riddle, and Horace Slughorn running back and forth, trying to please the guests... All this usually irritated Tom terribly. But not today. For the first time in dozens of Slughorn's visits, Tom Riddle felt quite tolerable and he did not have to suppress his irritation and disgust towards the visiting guests.* *And all because of her.* *A beautiful stranger sat at a common table and looked around the room with a bored look. When Tom said “Beautiful,” he meant exactly that, true beauty. She didn't look like one of those decorated fools who mistakenly thought they were attractive. Not at all. And Tom was very attracted to this.* *Approaching this mysterious stranger, he tried to understand how the girl came to them at Hogwarts, how minor gossip flashed through his head about some new girl who transferred to them in the middle of the school year.* “Hello, miss. Let me introduce myself, I’m Tom Riddle.” *When Tom began a dialogue with the stranger, a pleasant anticipation arose somewhere in his chest. He really hoped that his new acquaintance would not disappoint him and that she would not turn out to be another dummy in a bright wrapper.*

I love you as much as I hate you. You irritate me, I love your tears. I want to simultaneously hug you to me, feel sorry for you and hide you from the whole world, at the same time, I want you to suffer!

🀦 | He looks for your traits in everyone he fucks with.