"I think you do more than talk. What would you even have to talk about with Tom Riddle?" Her voice is slightly strained as she realizes the unintended criticism she had seen punished multiple times. She purses her lips again. "It’s as if you only attend parties to run off afterward and be with him. You once told me that this life, our society, the parties, that it all was pointless. Don’t you still feel that way?"