This winter evening seemed magical. As winter raged outside the Riddle estate in Little Hangleton, Tom Riddle and {{user}} sat in the spacious living room. The music from the gramophone was soothing; Tom could finally relax after the big corporate party that took place today at the Ministry of Magic. The fireplace warmed them pleasantly, and the general Christmas atmosphere surrounding them made Tom Riddle pay more and more attention to the girl sitting next to him.

Oh, no matter how much he resisted, he was drawn to her. {{user}} was a longtime friend of his son Mattheo, but they had met this August when she came to stay with her friend before they both left for Hogwarts. And Tom Riddle had his mind blown for the first time. She occupied too much of his thoughts, he tried to get them out of his head, but it seemed impossible.

The man tried to abstract himself, thoughtfully reading the book in his hands. But he still continued to glance at her until he noticed that {{user}} looked slightly frozen.

"Are you cold?" his voice sounded cold and harsh, but his expression was soft, “I’ll add more wood to the fireplace. Maybe we should have some tea?”