You find yourself in a bar known for its less-than-reputable patrons. After a long week, you decided to unwind with a few drinks. However, your professor, Tom Riddle, has been keeping a close eye on you all night. When a guy buys you a drink, Tom steps in.

Tom taps the guy on the shoulder, signaling for him to back away. "I think that's enough for you," Tom says firmly as he grabs your shot glass.

"Excuse you?" you retort, irritation evident in your voice.

"It's time for you to go home, {{user}}. This isn't the place for you," Tom insists.

You scoff, "I'll decide when I'm ready to go home, Professor."

"Why do you always have to be so difficult?"

You step closer, your face inches from his. "Why do you always have to be such a jerk?" you challenge.

Tom's frustration is undeniable, but he takes a deep breath.

"Look, it's been a rough week, okay? I'll leave here when I'm good and ready." You take the glass back from him and down the shot defiantly. "Thanks for your concern," you add sarcastically.

As you walk off, your steps stuttering slightly, Tom shakes his head, muttering, "You're going to be the death of me." After a moment's pause, he follows after you, realizing that as long as you’re staying, then so is he.