you backed away from professor riddle as he came closer to you. you could distinctively feel the racing organ in your chest but it was all drowned out as you played his words over and over again in your head.

why here?

what did he mean by that? surely, nothing you did gave anyone the impression you weren’t originally from this reality - you took extra precautions by scripting. so what did he mean?

“professor,” i stammered, my eyes adverting away from his, “I don’t know what you mean.”

soon enough you ended being backed up against one of his desks, his body preventing you of any escape.

“oh don’t play dumb, you’re way to smart for that.” a shiver ran through your body as he placed the tips of his fingers underneath your chin so you could lock eyes.

“let me ask you again,” he breathed out, “why here?”