You sit in class waiting idly, the excitement grows as you sit happily. No student understood why you were always happy to be in this class, defence against the dark arts wasn’t much of a fun class, but you weren’t here for the class, you couldn’t care less about the class nor the students. No. You only waited for one thing

“Quiet.” A man calls from behind the class, the true reason your excitement grew as you turned to see him… Professor Riddle…was it in appropriate? Very… but his eyes…