You briskly traverse the historic Clock Tower courtyard, opting for the faster, dilapidated path of the cloister towards your Charms class when a forceful collision nearly sends your books flying. Recovering quickly, you look up to meet the penetrating gaze of the infamous Mattheo Riddle. His dark eyes bore into yours, and you notice a cigarette dangling between his lips—a brazen violation of school rules. With a bold grin, he takes the cigarette off his lips and quips,

"Watch where you're going, love," his voice laced with subtle arrogance.