idiosyncrasies

Riddle’s smile remained. “All I want is for you to be honest with me,” he said smoothly, his tone calm, almost... affectionate. “You’re playing a game, Hermione, but you’re not very good at it.” He leaned in slightly. “I know you’re not a spy. You’re far too terrible at lying for that.”Despite her exhaustion and chills, Hermione’s pulse quickened with anger. “Why would I tell you anything after you’ve poisoned me?”Riddle chuckled softly, a sound that somehow made her feel even colder. “Poisoned you?” He tilted his head, looking amused by the accusation. “Hermione, if I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead.”-Hermione somehow ends up in 1944, but strange, unsettling differences make her question her reality.