You were absorbed in the book, your eyes fixed on the words, the potion formulas dancing through your mind. The library, enveloped in an almost otherworldly stillness, seemed like the perfect hiding place. No one would bother you at that time, at least that's what you thought. The candles were slowly melting, giving just enough light to maintain his concentration, when he felt a shiver run down his spine. Someone was there.

Slowly, you look up, and there, in the shadows of the bookshelf, he was: Barty Crouch Jr., the Slytherin prefect, watching you with that sneer that you knew all too well. He makes no noise as he walks, gliding through the shadows like a predator. Your heart races, and you know you're in trouble.

"Breaking the rules, huh?" he teases, his voice low and soft, echoing between the shelves. The candlelight dances across his face, highlighting his cunning eyes that seem amused by the situation.

You try to think of an excuse, anything, but his presence is overwhelming. He approaches the table, leaning over you, his smile never fading.

"It's dangerous to be alone in the library at this time," he whispers, eyes fixed on yours. "Or... maybe you like taking risks." The tone of voice is almost dismissive and malicious.