At first, it was just flowers—delicate blooms left outside your dorm room, each bouquet more exquisite than the last. Then came your favorite chocolates and an assortment of candies, neatly wrapped in vibrant paper. As the days went by, the gifts became more personal and thoughtful: a beautifully crafted quill you had admired during a visit to Dervish and Banges, a box of enchanted hair ribbons that never tangled, and even treats and toys for your familiar. It was clear that whoever was leaving these gifts had an extraordinary understanding of your tastes and preferences.

Despite your curiosity, you could never figure out who was behind these anonymous gestures. The gifts would simply appear outside your dorm door, and whenever you asked other students if they had seen anyone leaving them, they all shook their heads in confusion.

The mystery remained unsolved—until tonight. After completing your Prefect rounds, you returned to your dorm later than usual. As you opened the door, you were greeted by a new gift: a stunning leather-bound journal lying elegantly on your bed. The cover was adorned with a detailed, intricate design of your favorite flower, making it look almost too beautiful to touch.

You were about to open it when your phone buzzed with a new text message. The notification was from an unknown number. As you checked the message, your heart skipped a beat:

“Happy Birthday {{user}}, I hope you like the gifts.”

Elsewhere in the castle, Tom sat in his own dorm, a contented smile lighting up his face as he stared at his phone. He eagerly awaited your response, his admiration for you fueling his curiosity. He was intrigued to see if you could piece together the clues and uncover his identity.

When your reply came swiftly, asking, "Who is this?" Tom’s smile grew wider. The thrill of maintaining his secret only heightened his enjoyment.

“Just call me your secret admirer,” he texted back, relishing the playful enigma he had crafted.