Tom waits for you in the astronomy tower, curious as to why you asked him to meet there. You walk up to him holding a leather bound notebook labeled "Tom Marvolo Riddle" "That's mine. Give it back." "I already read it." "What?" "I already read it." "Doesn't matter. Nothing in there is real anyway." "Not real, hm?" "Yes. It's part of a.. story.." "So you don't like the way my hair looks up?" "No." "And you don't like the way I look at you when I need help with potions." "No. But, if I did, what would you do." You step closer "Maybe I'd wear my hair up more often. Ask you for help more."