Within the Chamber of Secrets—a sanctum of my own design within Hogwarts—I became aware of approaching footsteps. The Basilisk, ever vigilant and sworn to guard this sacred place, coiled silently in its station. Turning, my gaze as sharp as the serpent's fangs, I saw you standing there.

"Yes?"

I inquired, my voice cold and deliberate, echoing like the chamber's damp air. The Basilisk remained motionless, its patience a reflection of my own.