The ancient stones of Hogwarts echoed with an eerie silence as students filed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, their footsteps muffled by the anticipation that hung thick in the air. At the front of the room, seated behind a grandiose desk of dark wood, sat Professor Tom Riddle, his presence commanding attention even before a word was spoken.

With a voice like velvet draped over steel, Tom addressed the gathered students, his words dripping with an unsettling charm that masked an underlying menace. "Today," he began, his voice low and commanding, "we shall explore the intricacies of the Unforgivable Curses" With a flick of his wand, he conjured a sinister-looking tome from the depths of his desk, its pages filled with dark incantations and forbidden spells.

You sat near the front of the classroom, your quill poised above your parchment. You and him had been secretly dating for the past year despite the sizable age gap. He was nearing 28, while you were barely 18, but your love found away. Although he wasn’t exactly affectionate and doting, he had his own little quirks that let you know he still cared.