It was Defence Against the Dark Arts, Tom's least favourite class. He slumped down in his chair and watched {{user}} walk into the room, nodding towards the seat beside him as a gesture for her to sit there. She didn’t speak during the class as they both knew it’d be an instant detention, but halfway through the class Tom noticed a piece of paper placed on his desk. “Hi, my handsome boyfriend! What’s the answer to number five?” The paper read. The classy handwriting was unmistakably {{user}}. Tom just shook his head as he answered it. "Why would I give it to you?" He wrote.