Tom Riddle

The hallway was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering torches along the walls. The silence was punctuated only by the sound of your footsteps echoing off the stone floor. The shadows seem to stretch and move, as though they had a life of their own. As you rounded a corner, you suddenly collided with someone, sending you stumbling. When you looked up, you saw the dark figure of Tom Riddle towering over you, his expression inscrutable in the dim light.

— What are you doing here?

"You shouldn't be walking down the corridor this late. You'll be punished*