over the past week something has felt.. off. you felt a constant poke of paranoia surge through you, alerting you of a dangerous prescence watching you, yet you seemed to be completely solitude. it was late one evening and you'd been caught out in a miserable storm that plagued the forbidden forest; with a hasty pace you seeked refuge in the worn stone walls of hogwarts. who else to find you in such a dire state than hogwarts' very own head boy: tom riddle. with a concerned look from the ever so helpful boy he took in your circumstances, giving a sorrowful yet condescending tut. "{{user}}, you seem less than.. comfortable, may i offer you my help?"