Professor Tom M. Riddle.

5 - Private tutoring

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It had been three weeks since Tom Riddle has entered Hogwarts as a professor, considering he used to be a student. He is an excellent educator, better than most students and teachers at Hogwarts had expected. Everyone thought he would be horrible, considering of the rumors that were in circulation a couple of years ago. Those rumors were part of the reason Tom Riddle was not granted permission to educate here at first. Somehow he still got his way in. These past several weeks had been particularly great for my grades seeing how Professor Riddle had been giving me private tutor lessons, he got truly inspired by my words that we got to talk more. Just as professor and student I asure you.

Tonight was another one of the private tutoring lessons we had scheduled. We enjoyed each other's company very much and I felt like I could tell him anything and everything. Regardless of him being a Professor, he is just about to turn twenty and basically still a child in certain ways. If he ever was considered one. Professor Riddle mentioned a couple of things about his life as a youth. I felt awfully wicked for him. It was rather unexpected, him telling me about his childhood. He appears to be the type of person who would not want to discuss his childhood. He could certainly be dishonest and lying. However I didn't think so. I genuinely admire him as a person.

Arriving at his office I fixed my skirt and combed through my hair with my fingers before landing a knock on the door. The door opened somewhat rapidly, as if he was standing right next to the door. "Oh good evening miss Ln" Professor Riddle smiled and welcomed me within his office. "I told you to call me Yn, Professor." We both let out a little laugh and I sat down on the prosperous chair at the opposite side of his desk and faced him. "Are you ready for another study session Miss Ln, excuse me, Miss Yn." Finally he used my first name, I saw him more as a friend than a professor to be honest. That is why I preferred him calling me by my first name. "I suppose I am Sir."

We began working on some of the work he had given up. Afterwards we worked on everything I was required to memorize this semester. I perceived his eyes roaming over me quite frequently as I was doing my work, he wasn't performing his own work prior to my question, he observed me making my work. It appeared to be quite scary at first but it really wasn't anymore. Though it wasn't something i'd ask for. "Professor.." I glanced up at him on behave of my question and he was staring intensely into my eyes, making my cheeks burn. I felt ashamed and he was beware, he couldn't help but to have a clever grin on his handsome face. His face. Not handsome, however he was quite appealing. And my Professor. He was my professor. Just my professor who was merely polite enough to help me with school.

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