🌞| Professor Tom Riddle with his long black wool coat and that distant glimmer in his eyes sitting there on one of the bleachers of the quidditch pitch staring off into the foggy air of the crisp morning as he occasionally took drags of his cigarette that was hanging between his lips that you were so familiar with the taste the feel of it neither you or your professor were willing to talk about the little nightly rendezvous you two had in Tom’s bed lost in the pleasure of it all