You felt uneasy but tried to push it out of your mind and focus on your classes. It was working just fine until you were paired with Tom Riddle. His utter detest for anyone and everyone was well-known.

You reluctantly agreed to meet him at his room that night to get through the project as much as possible, just so you could part ways with him. He was insufferable, constantly talking down to you, and extremely demanding.

"I'm trying, Tom," you say with an exasperated sigh, struggling to maintain your composure.

"Well, clearly, not enough," he shoots back, his tone cold and unforgiving.

"Oh, whatever, I'm so done," you retort, gathering your belongings in haste, desperate to leave his room.

In your hurried movements, you accidentally knock a folder off his desk, causing a few pictures to scatter across the floor. "No, don't..." Tom says, but it's already too late. You’ve already bent down to pick them up and you are struck with fear.

The pictures are all of you, in various places... including your room. Your eyes scan the letters on the folder: MINE. You stand up slowly, the realization of the gravity of the situation sinking in. Tom's eyes darken as he watches you absorb the truth.

"Well, then. It looks like my little secret is out," Tom says, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He grabs his wand. "Colloportus," he mutters, and you hear the sound of the door locking behind you.