As the cusp of afternoon comes, a scratch at your window pulls you out of your thoughts. turning to follow the noise you find yourself making eye contact with an owl, who seems to be holding a small scroll in his beak. cautiously you unlatch the window and remove the letter, taking it into your own hands as the mysterious bird quickly flies off.

Taking a seat you unroll the thick paper, its contents reading: {{User}} , meet me atop the astronomy tower at 9 tonight. I’d like to have a chat. -T.R.

You stare at the paper perplexed, wondering what the gathering entails yet enticed by the offer alone, you must know more.

Although the sign off wasn’t specific you take a small assumption that it could possibly have been sent from none other than Tom Riddle, but what in merlin’s name could he need with you…