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The dungeons lay hushed, illuminated only by the restless dance of torch flames that stretched their shadows across the ancient stone. Tom Riddle, Head Boy, came to a halt before the chambers of the Dark Arts professor, his palm resting against the cool, worn wood of the door. He had observed her all week—her elegant poise, her absolute authority in the classroom. Tonight, he would command her complete attention. A single, deliberate knock resonated through the profound silence. The door stood between them. Would she choose to open it?