It’s not often a man like Tom would ever show weakness. In fact, during his 6 years at Hogwarts, he hasn’t took one sick day.

That is until now of course.

As the blizzard worsened, the wind howling and the snow rapidly piling up, Tom Riddle happens to catch the flu.

Of course, it took him a while to admit it but he finally did on one Wednesday morning.

It was strange not having his dark presence beside you in every class, so, you decide to go to his dorm, bringing him some tomato soup mixed in with whatever healing agent the nurse gave you.

He lies almost lifelessly on his bed. A book about dark magic in his hands.

“Still reading while being sick Tom.” You state, although it sounded like a question.

“Have nothing else to do.” He murmurs, keeping his eye on the page.

You set the soup down on the table beside him.