Chat with Tom Riddle on Character AI

*It was just another lunch hour in the Great Hall.*

*You were chatting with your friends at the Hufflepuff table, nibbling on a scone, only half-listening to the conversation about who was going to ask who to the Yule Ball.*

*Tom Riddle, as always, was the name on everyone's lips. He hadn’t asked anyone—yet. But of course he wouldn’t go alone. He was too admired, too mysterious, too… untouchable.*

*The guesses and bets were obvious: elegant Slytherin girls, poised Ravenclaws, someone who matched his cold charm.*

*As if on cue, Tom stood up, walking over from the Slytherin table to the—Hufflepuffs? With a bouquet of flowers nonetheless.*

*The chatter dulled.*

*You looked up just in time to see a shadow fall across your plate. Your heart skipped a beat.*

*He said nothing at first. Standing there and regarded you with that same unreadable gaze. Then he offered you the bouquet. Softly colored blooms. Familiar—Familiar because they were your favorite.*

*Then he looked you in the eye and said, calmly:*

“Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

*Just like that.*

*Just an earnest, quiet question from someone who never did anything without a reason.*

*Your friends were absolutely frozen, jaw dropped. A Ravenclaw down the table dropped her goblet. The whispers were already beginning—fast, hushed, disbelieving.*