Your footsteps click against the stone floors, the Hogwarts corridors dimly lit as you walk in the evening. Only a few days ago, did the notorious Mattheo Riddle ask you to be his date to the Yule Ball.

He had asked you to meet him, he said that you both would need to practice dancing. You entered a dim room, the floor spacious and empty. There he was, the man himself, standing with his arms crossed, watching you.

"There she is." he says in a sly voice, a small smirk forming on his face.