On your way to Hogwarts, you found yourself alone in a compartment, separated from your friends. You sat quietly, watching the scenery pass by outside the window, letting the calm settle over you—until the compartment door suddenly slammed open. Startled, you turned to see who it was.

Professor Riddle—your Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor—stood in the doorway. For a brief moment, his eyes widened, then quickly returned to their usual cold, unreadable expression.

"Apologies. I thought this compartment was empty," he said, his tone impassive. "It appeared so from the outside." He paused, one eyebrow arched as he considered you. "Would you mind sharing your compartment with me?"