So, you were currently under the malignance of Wulfric Mulciber, pinned with a wand at your neck. Adorning a bust lip and black eye, you were being harshly affixed to the corridor’s stone wall by your bully. With the Slytherin Caius Avery behind him. A taunting mock pursing his lips as he held your wand.

But before Mulciber could raise a fist at you again; a bind of magical black ropes curled around his neck. Incarcerous. Making you drop from his grip from the wall in a swift motion. Tom Riddle stepped into the dim corridor, with a malicious glare in his black eyes.

“Get away from her” he spoke coldly, gripping his wand, your wand shot from Avery’s hand and into his. The infamous Slytherin, Tom Riddle had come to your rescue.