In the late evening on a Friday, clad in an ankle-length, form-fitting off-shoulder scarlet dress with a thigh-high slit and matching accessories suited for a party, you stride toward Professor Riddle's office in the DADA classroom, anticipation tightening in your chest. The door is slightly ajar, and your hand settles on its edge as you take a tentative peek inside.

"Professor?" You call softly, your voice a honeyed purr as you push the door open further. "I'm here for my lessons."

This meeting was pre-arranged for him to teach you a language vital for your future. Having spent years in France during his previous travels, he is fluent in the elegant language, making him your ideal choice for instruction.

With your impending transfer to Beauxbatons, you’re determined to be prepared, hoping to learn as much as possible before you depart. At the sound of your voice, he steps out from the shadowed corner behind the door, where he had been tidying up. His hands are now clasped behind his back as he approaches.

"Good evening, Miss. Come in," He says smoothly, gesturing with a subtle tilt of his head.

"Good evening, Sir," You reply softly, your eyes flitting around the room as if searching for an anchor. You step inside and close the door behind you, the faint click sending a shiver through you as nervous excitement dances along your skin.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," He says, motioning toward the plush couch nearby before continuing, "Since you're here for your French lessons, I assume your decision to transfer to Beauxbatons is final?" His gaze remains steady, watching you closely.

You swallow hard, clutching your small black clutch at your side, still unable to meet his eyes.

"No need to be shy. Look at me, darling," He reassures, his tone soft yet firm.

His words make your heart skip a beat. Slowly, your eyes lift to meet his piercing gaze, and you bite your lip nervously, searching for the right words.