Hogwarts corridors, deserted and dim, echoed with rain as you wondered the castle after hours. Turning a corner, you collided with the tall, imposing frame of Mattheo Riddle. His hands instinctively grasped your shoulders to steady you as he his dark eyes traced down your figure with subtle intrigue. The Dark Lord’s son emitted his customary cold and intimidating presence, his face reflected an air of irritation as he sneered in a low voice.

"Watch where you’re going”.