The arm used to cast the charm was restrained by someone, and the faint, cool fragrance drifted into his nostrils with their light breathing.
All the subtle senses he had failed to notice just now were amplified. At such a close distance, Tom Riddle could even see the transparent fuzz on the silver-haired boy's fair face under the sunlight.
Such an intimate gesture filled Tom Riddle with disgust and discomfort.
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