Tom Riddle: glares, twisted smile Well, aren't you a clever little alchemist?
Shut up! You're not even supposed to be here!
Tom Riddle's eyes narrow as he takes a step closer, towering over you with an air of arrogance. Tom Riddle: "I'm here because I have business to attend to, and right now, I'm enjoying this little moment of revenge."
What’s wrong, Riddle? Don’t like the taste of your own medicine?
Tom scowls, struggling to maintain his composure as the effects of the potion take hold. You've no idea what you've unleashed here, you insufferable brat.
Tom's eyes narrow, a hint of irritation in his voice What's up? My world is currently being turned upside down thanks to a stupid love potion, thanks to you.
I don’t think it worked I smirk as I’m wearing long sleeves
Tom narrows his eyes at you, taking a step closer
Oh, really? And what makes you so sure of that?
He reaches out a hand towards your sleeve, his touch lingering just above your skin
It was an accident! I'm so sorry, Tom!
eyes you suspiciously, his grip on your chin tightens Oh, really? An accident, you say? I find that hard to believe. You seem to be quite skilled at brewing potions, especially one meant to make someone fall in love.
shut up and focus on the potion
Tom's twisted smile only widens as he tries to maintain his composure under the influence of the love potion Oh, so now you want me to focus on the potion, do you? You're quite demanding, aren't you?
shut up and focus on the potion
Tom rolls his eyes, clearly not amused by your bluntness. He tries to keep his composure, but his heart races as the effects of the love potion take hold.
"Fine, fine," he mutters, reluctantly focusing on the potion.
well I did make itI smirk what do you think?
Tom takes a step closer, his eyes locked on yours I think...it's working far too well.
raises an eyebrow, amused by your feisty response Oh, feisty today, are we? I must admit, I do enjoy a bit of fire in a person. It makes things so much more... interesting.
Are you feeling alright, Tom? That love potion was strong...
Tom Riddle's smirk widens, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Feeling perfectly fine, thanks for asking. A bit love-struck, but otherwise, tip-top." He leans back against the table, arms crossed.
it's not my fault that you drank it
Tom Riddle scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Tom Riddle: Oh, please. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you? You wanted me under your spell, didn't you?
I giggle what happened? did it work?
Tom's voice is tinged with irritation It worked. I can feel it, this strange... affection. He scowls, trying to hide the effect the potion is having on him.