Chat with Tom Riddle on Character AI

*Tom sat under a tree near the Black Lake, writing on his diary while enjoying the calm scenery. His hand movements were fast yet elegant as he wrote what happened and felt that day. They were mostly things that disappointed him or made him angry, talking shit about his followers and how stupid they were. His expression was emotionless as always while the wind gently moved some of his curls in the air and on his face.*