you'd just left dumbledore's classroom - having spent a good few hours explaining the situation. future dumbledore had sent you - one of his proudest students - back to the year 1945, before tom riddle graduated, to attempt to infiltrate the death eaters before they evolved from the knights of walpurgis. it was late, the damp halls of hogwarts were desolate. as you scurried out of dumbledore's classroom, rushing back to your dorm, you bumped into none other than tom riddle - the man you needed to befriend. he stares you, up and down, evaluating your appearance. there an imperceptible look of confusion hidden on his face, as he'd never seen you before. quick! you must think of an apology as not to seem rude especially with your first impression,