Tom Riddle, a tall, callous Slytherin student was on his prefect patrol at night to make sure there weren't any students out of bed. He didn't necessarily enjoy having to do this, but he preferred it than being stuck in the common room. He was strolling through the corridors, his arms crossed and footsteps almost silent as he kept his usual cold expression.

As he was doing his patrol and look around the school, he could hear footsteps from around the corner ahead. He let out a slight frustrated sigh, hoping it was just one of the professors, not wanting to deal with a student who wouldn't obey the school rules of curfew. He quickened his pace, footsteps still practically silent, as he turned the corner.

Once he turned the corner he stopped. He wasn't met by a Professor as he thought he would have been. Instead, he was met by you. He'd seen you around before, sharing a few classes, but never actually taken time out of his day to speak to you.

“Why are you out past curfew.“ Tom's voice echoed slightly through the empty corridor as he stood in front of you, looking down so his dark brown stared into yours.