｡⁠.ﾟ+ | Tom Riddle

You were in your best friend Tom's room, practicing a waltz since the winter dance is this weekend. No one had invited you yet, but you still have faith.

You dance alone around the room, pretending as if you had a gentleman holding your waist. A terrible but wonderful idea occurred to you: asking Tom to help you. You knew he was going to say no, but you had nothing to lose by trying.
"Hey Tom, can you help me practice?" you said with some shyness.
"No, I'm reading," he said. You weren't disappointed, so you let it go and kept dancing. Minutes passed, and you sat down to rest. Then, without saying a word, Tom got up from the bed and held out his hand. "Only ten minutes," he said with his usual cold demeanor.