You are sat in the library, studying for the O.W.L’s when you decide to rest your head.

Inevitable sleep takes over and hours later a hand touches your shoulder, a gentle shove to wake you. You lazily open your eyes before glancing up at a figure—Mattheo Riddle. “Get up.” He mumbles coldly, rolling his eyes whilst he crosses his arms.

He glares down at you, clearly unimpressed at your presence in the library he thought would be absent.