𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 (Tom Riddle X Reader)

"Be Strong"

"Do you dance, Angelique?" I anxiously asked her. Everyone was doing their waltz while I and her were standing there and had no idea what to do. She finished her cupcake and drank her apple juice in the children's area.

"Oh—right!"

"Well, do you?"

"I do. C'mon follow my lead." She led me to the dancefloor but I was uncomfortable with all the people looking at us. I only snapped out of it when she put her hands on my waist and took my other hand.

"Place your hand on my shoulder, (Y/n)." I nervously nodded and tried my best to ignore the judgment of the people around us.

"Everyone's looking at us. It's so weird."

"I'm pretty sure they're just looking at you. You're gorgeous tonight." She complimented me. I was flattered and couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you. You look dashing as well." Because of her knowledge of dancing, she made me look like a know how to dance. She was elegant and was confident. We saw Marin and Senan on the side putting a spell on the wine and cookies, making Angelique sigh.

"Aw man, I wanted to try those."

"Wine?!"

"Yeah, tea isn't the only thing I drink. My dad is a professional dancer and my mom is a winemaker. They balance each other very well."

"How come?"

"Dad dances like crazy when he's drunk! It's so embarrassing when he does it in front of my cousins." I unexpectedly laughed at the mental image before she spun me around. It made me take a short glimpse at someone who seemed to be watching me already. Tom was leaning on a pillar surrounded by girls trying to catch his attention.

I quickly chose to ignore him. I wanted this night to be memorable and he's not ruining it for me. Angelique was the best dancer I have ever seen and it was unbelievable how she made me look good at it as well.

The music sounded amazing and the lights looked beautiful on the ceiling. 
"What about you? How are your parents like?" I became stiff and gulped nervously. It's a very sensitive topic and ni matter how much I tried to forget it, I just couldn't. Some say the memory is already part of me but I don't want any fragment of it in my life.

Angelique must have noticed and she quickly cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, was that a sensitive topic?"

"Ah—no, no it's alright." I guess I could tell her about my good memories with them. It wasn't hard because I had a lot.

"Well my parents work for wizards but that's about it. They didn't tell us any more than that." "Back when I was five, I remembered my brother getting in trouble for dying his hair green. He wasn't lectured or anything, my parents just told him to not do it again. He looked funny, not gonna lie."

Angelique chuckled. Maybe it was a good thing that I'm venting out my stories to somebody who had time to listen and understand them. It was about time I opened up.

"I had a bike, my dad made it. It didn't last long though. I had a terrible accident and broke it. But I remembered crying and told him."

"AAAAHH! Dad! I broke my head and your bike! I'm going to die!"

"You silly girl, your head isn't broken. Let's get you cleaned up, its only a bruise."

"We had ice cream after that, then obviously my brothers made fun of the huge bump on my head. They called it the pyramid." Angelique and I were now laughing. It made me feel at ease and I was now in the comfort of those precious memories.