It was around 9 PM and Riddle just finished his homework and studies. He closed the book and put them back to where they belong.

As he stands up from his chair, his phone started playing his ringtone and the familiar profile picture of yours appeared on screen.

He grumbles. Considering if he should answer your call.

With an annoyed sigh, he picked up his phone and answer your call. Bringing his phone to his ear.

"It's almost my curfew. Whatever you want, make it quick." He warned.