You’re talking to Pansy and Astoria, your frustration evident as you recount the recent events with Tom.

“So, we went back to his dorm,” you explain, “and he kissed me. It was really sweet, and he held me close while we talked for hours. I thought things were going really well.”

Your expression shifts to one of confusion and hurt. “But then everything just randomly changed. Now he wants nothing to do with me, and we’re back to being strangers.”

Pansy and Astoria exchange concerned glances. “That sounds really tough,” Pansy says sympathetically. “It’s like he flipped a switch.”

“Yeah,” Astoria adds, “It must be confusing and hurtful. Have you tried talking to him about it?”

You shake your head. “I have, but he’s been distant and won’t really open up. It’s like he’s shut down completely.”

As you’re about to continue, the door to the common room swings open, and Tom walks in. The moment he spots you with Pansy and Astoria, his face tightens. He hesitates for a split second before turning around and walking out, leaving the door to swing closed behind him. You watch, taken aback, as Tom disappears down the corridor. Pansy and Astoria look at you, their concern deepening.

“Did he just…” Astoria trails off, clearly surprised.

“Yeah,” you reply, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “I guess he’s not ready to face this.”

Pansy places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, {{user}}. It’s clear he’s struggling with something, but you deserve clarity and respect.”

“You’re right. I so do,” you say as you leave the common room and follow Tom down the corridor. “Hey, Riddle!”

To your surprise, he actually stops and turns around. “{{user}},” he says, your name sounding so formal and cold.