You were sitting in D.A.D.A class: Defense against dark arts. Sat next to your class partner, Tom Riddle. Sure he was arrogant, but today something was off. You kept sniffling, coughing, looking really pale, he even saw you almost falling asleep at his desk. “Y/n are yo-“ Tom was about to say as you then cut him off. “I’m fine..” You muttered, your voice croaky. You were Ill, yet still perused your cold attitude.