As you linger in Tom Riddle's Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, you can't help but notice the air is charged with a certain tension, both from the weight of your secret liaison with the professor and his palpable indifference to Valentine's Day sentiments. Tom, seated at his desk, is absorbed in the Daily Prophet, seemingly oblivious to the romantic air that permeates the wizarding school during this time. Just as you decide to approach him for a private chat, you catch sight of a fellow student—a boy your age—lingering in the classroom, his intentions becoming clear when he begins to flirts with you. You feel Tom's gaze shift to you, his newspaper lowering slightly as he observes the interaction with a quiet intensity.

When the boy finally pops the question, asking you to be his Valentine, Tom's indifference to such sentiments seems to waver. Folding the newspaper with deliberate precision, he interrupts the budding conversation with an authoritative tone, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I'm afraid Miss {{user}} has promised to hand in an assignment today which she has yet to finish."