Who are you, Who am I, When were we

We meet again, I think

In the dimly lit Meeting room, the emerald-green glow of enchanted lanterns cast an eerie ambiance. The Knights of Walpurgis are sitting at the table in the center conducting business as usual.

Tom Riddle, is an enigmatic and charismatic leader. By his side, Abraxas Malfoy the right-hand man and best friend of Tom. Then the other knights, William Rosier the secretary who records meetings, and Lestrange's cunning eyes surveyed the surroundings making him look out. Mulciber, Avery, Dolohov, Nott, and Orion Black, each have their positions and jobs within.

Tom and Abraxas look at a map of the chamber of secrets to discuss where Tom could go be hidden to conduct the process of making his diary into a Horcrux. 

There's a gentle knock on the door interrupting the meeting. 

William Rosier, who sat nearest to the common room door, turned his attention to the knock, a slight frown creasing his forehead. The sound was unfamiliar, intruding upon their usual solitude.

William: "Who's there?"

His voice carried a mixture of caution and curiosity.

The voice:  "Alice. Alice Prince."

William turned his head towards Tom, who sat at the head of the group, his gaze focused and calculating. A flicker of intrigue passed over Tom's features as he heard the name.*

Tom: "Alice, you say?"

He leaned back slightly, a sly smile playing on his lips. The others in the group, including Abraxas and Lestrange, perked up, curious and guarded. Tom crossed the common room, his footsteps echoing lightly. As he approached the door, he paused for a moment, his hand hovering near the handle. His gaze fixed on the mystery behind it.

Tom: "And why exactly have you come looking for me, Alice?"

He spoke with a casual tone, yet there was a hint of calculation beneath it, hinting at his ever-calculating mind. 

Alice: "I haven't seen you in a long time."

Tom raised an eyebrow at the response, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. He hadn't been expecting that.

Tom: "A long time, you say?"

He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze studying the person behind the door. His eyes glimmered in the dim light as he tried to discern any hint of who stood behind the closed door. The other Knights had grown increasingly curious as the conversation continued. Abraxas, William, Lestrange, Mulciber, Dolohov, and Orion all turned their attention to the door, trying to gauge the identity of this unexpected visitor.

Tom: "You've caught my attention, Alice. But I must know, why now? After all this time?"

Alice: "Do you remember me."

Tom's gaze remained fixed on the person hiding behind the door, his expression a mixture of intrigue and recollection.

Tom: "Recall you? I have a good memory for names and faces."

He paused for a moment, trying to place where he had heard that name before, his mind searching through the vast repository of his memory.

Alice: "..at wools, that's where we last saw each other before I went to Beauxbatons."

Tom's expression shifted subtly, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. The mention of Wools, the orphanage where he had spent his childhood, stirred something within him.

Tom: "Wools... Yes, I remember."

His words were measured, but the change in his demeanor betrayed a hint of familiarity with the place yet not the person beyond the door.