Babydoll ━━ tom riddle ✓

𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊 - 𝒄𝒆𝒖𝒙 𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒓ê𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

    Eloise dragged Tom out of the dusty inn he had her locked up in after she won. She had overheard a couple talking about heading into town to see the Christmas tree be lit up, so that's where she and Tom were heading. She was overjoyed. Tom, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was angry at himself for underestimating his babydoll, but he was even more furious at the fact that they were mingling with filthy muggles. 

   As they walked around the small town, Tom's face was in a constant state of disgust. Eloise scowled at him. "What do you want for Christmas?" Tom asked his baby doll to break the tension between them, well, it was mostly one-sided. Eloise was enjoying herself, Tom wasn't. "I'm pretty sure the whole point of Christmas gifts, is the part where you don't know what you are getting," Eloise laughed and gasped. 

  Tom looked in the direction she was pointing, it was a small store filled with trinkets and other junk. The heiress dragged him inside. "We have to buy everything," she laughed and began to pick up numerous things. Tom shook his hand and looked around until something caught his eye. Beneath the many trinkets was a small golden heart-shaped locket. "Ceux qui rêvent" was engraved on the front of the locket. Tom slipped the locket into his pocket. "Babydoll, may we please leave now?" he sighed. 

"Just one more minute,"