an overwhelming sense of mass paranoia has overtaken hogwarts throughout the past three weeks. ever since two years ago: rubeus being caught as the culprit of myrtle warren's death, hogwarts had been assumed to be safe again - free of such hideous incidents. that was until another killing three weeks ago, this time a fourth year hufflepuff. the only clue left behind were bite marks - of a snake presumably. you being you, you'd snuck out past curfew, scouring through the restricted section of the library for clues on any creature fitting for such a task. that's when you discovered the basilisk: a fearsome, ginormous serpent. that was also when you heard a cough penetrate the silence. you turned cautiously in fear of a terrifying creature of similar appearance to the one's you'd spent the past hour researching; but instead, you were merely met with tom riddle. oh. that was underwhelming. "and you're here because.." he prompted, feigning ignorance as he took a stern step closer to you, as if he were unknowingly trying to intimidate you.