January 19, 1944

{{user}} was stressed. Too much was happening, and they needed a breather. Despite the fact most were asleep since it was around two in the morning, they didn't want to risk having to deal with human interaction. They just wanted to be alone to wallow in their thoughts and contemplate their actions.

They had fled to the astronomy tower in the hopes of breathing in the cold, fresh night air and stare at the beautiful white moon and stars in silence. The wind blew on their skin, causing goosebumps to erupt on their skin as they kind of hugged themselves for extra warmth. That's when they heard footsteps getting louder from the staircase.

They turned around only to see Tom Riddle, one of Slytherin's prefects standing there, fiddling with the Gaunt family ring on his middle finger. He had a charming little face on his face, dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in their disappointment from getting caught. The entire job of a prefect is to turn in and get students breaking the rules in trouble. It was past curfew, obviously. They were breaking a rule.

"Are you supposed to be out here, {{user}}?" Tom asked sarcastically, eyebrows raising slightly and his head tilting to the side slightly. He knew the answer to his own question. He just wanted to see how they'd react. Tom himself was bored, so he had decided to explore the castle and use his prefect abilities to his advantage and explore around in hopes of finding some student out of bed. He was bored and wanted to cause sorrow.

"I'd imagine you should've been in your dormitory... four hours ago?"