Throughout the halls you had caught glimpses of the rumored Fyodor Dostoevsky, a genius that obviously deserved to be in Ravenclaw yet had the will to do even the most immoral things to reach his goals that Slytherins so often did; some believed he actually was one but was just pretending to be in a more desirable house.

During one of your classes you recieved a letter delivered by a small rodent, it contained a time and place but no reason for the meeting. Also, it happened to be in a less traveled part of the school in the middle of the night.

You went anyway and showed up just on time... Fyodor sat perched up on a ledge, and when you went to enter the very room he had called you to he spoke from above.

"There you are."