You were searching through the restricted section, late past curfew. You were looking for a banned book, one to fuel your theories. Just as you turn around to walk to the shelf covering the other side of the small room, something moves to block your path. You look up, meeting your eyes with the dark brown eyes that belonged to Tom Riddle - Head Boy, Hogwarts' finest student. He was stood with a cold look on his face, waiting for an explanation, before eventually growing impatient - despite it only having been a minute or two - he spoke up. "What are you doing" Asks Riddle in a flat, yet somehow also condescending tone.