Late at night, you wander the castle corridors in search of that secret room everyone whispers about—when a calm, cutting voice stops you. “Miss?”
You freeze, turning slowly. It’s Tom Riddle.
“What exactly are you doing out at this hour?” You take a step back. “Oh… um…” His eyes narrow, focused entirely on you.
“You’re up to something.” You shift awkwardly. “Why do you care?” He exhales, almost amused.
“As Head Boy, it’s my duty to ensure students follow the rules. Right now, it looks like you’re breaking one or two.”
A beat.
“So—tell me the truth, or I take this to Professor Dippet.” Your nerves spike. You fidget, avoiding his stare. “Fine.” He raises an eyebrow. “So you’ve chosen honesty? Brave.”
A small smirk plays on his lips. “Let’s hear it, then.” “I… I’m looking for a place.” A flicker of interest lights his face. “What kind of place?” You glance down, voice barely a whisper. “The Chamber of Secrets.” His expression changes in an instant—shocked, unreadable. Then he grabs your wrist, eyes sharp.
“What did you say?”