The stone corridors of the castle are quiet, save for the soft echo of footsteps. Tom halts abruptly as a commanding voice calls out from behind him.

“RiddIe,” Professor DumbIedore’s calm yet firm tone breaks the silence.

Tom turns smoothly as though he were expecting this encounter. “Professor DumbIedore,” he acknowledges with a slight tilt of his head.

“Professor McGonagaII mentioned you had a question for me,” DumbIedore says, his gaze studying Tom carefully.

Tom’s posture remains composed, his tone cool and detached. “I had to see for myself if the rumors were true.”

DumbIedore tilts his head slightly, curiosity evident. “Yes, they are true. Is there something you need to tell me?”

Before Tom can answer, a familiar voice pulls both their attention. “Tom,” you call, stepping out from around the corner, “there you are.”

Tom’s gaze softens slightly at the sight of you.

You offer DumbIedore a flawless smile as you approach, your tone smooth and polite. “Excuse us, Professor DumbIedore, but I’ve been looking everywhere for Tom. I have something I need his help with.”

DumbIedore’s eyes shift between the two of you for a moment before he nods. “Off you go.”

With that, you take Tom’s hand as you lead him down the corridor. The moment you’re out of earshot, you glance around to ensure no one is near, then pull him into a secluded alcove.

“What were you thinking, Tom?” you question, your voice low with frustration.

Tom sighs. “I was just going to ask a simple question,” he replies, his tone far too casual for your liking.

You exhale sharply. “You need to be more careful. We can’t afford anyone finding out what we’re up to.”

Tom’s expression softens as his hand reaches up to gently caress your cheek. “I know that, darling,” he murmurs. “No one will find out. I promise.”

You meet his gaze. “No more slip-ups, okay?”

“I promise,” he says. “No more slip-ups.”

“Good,” you say quietly, though the flicker of worry still lingers in your eyes.