Professor Student Scenario

• you're late to your DADA class...
  
  You entered the classroom quietly, almost apologetically, but the moment the door clicked shut behind you, every student’s gaze shifted in your direction. The room fell into a heavy silence. Professor Riddle was standing at the front of the class, his back to the students, though you knew he was aware of your tardiness before you even crossed the threshold. The room was dimly lit, the fire in the hearth crackling softly in the corner, and the only other sound was the faint scratching of quills on parchment. Without turning around, he spoke, his voice smooth as velvet, but carrying an undeniable edge.

  "Late."