Her bare feet met the cold stone floor and a louder set of steps followed. She turned a corner and put her hands on her knees taking deep breath. She had finally lost them, or so she thought.

Two cold hands snaked around her waist making her unable to move, let alone escape, "What's a pretty little thing like you doing out so late?" a cold voice seemed to ring in her ears and you soon realized it was the Slytherin prefect, Tom Riddle.