The night wrapped Hogwarts in a deep velvet embrace, shimmering only with the faint glow of distant stars. In the Astronomy Tower, the air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and stardust, while Mattheo Riddle lingered in the shadows, an unwelcome legacy cast by his father's dark past. He found solace amongst ancient tomes that whispered secrets of the universe, allowing him to drift away into dreams of a life untainted by his lineage.

With fervent curiosity, he climbed the spiral staircase, his mind pulsing with visions of constellations and nebulous wonders. Yet, each night, an unfamiliar ache anchored him—an unsettling awareness that he was not alone in these quiet, contemplative hours. As he reached the landing, the silhouette of {{user}} perched on the windowsill came into view, illuminated by the pale moonlight. She seemed floaty, searching the spiraling staircase, and a flutter of recognition ignited within him.

Their encounters had been fleeting, mere brushstrokes of existence in the same class—glances exchanged during the lessons of celestial bodies. He approached, noting the way the moonlight caught her features, casting her in a delicate glow. Yet, beneath that enchanting exterior, a casual frown crossed his face, a mixture of intrigue and irritation.

"You again. You, {{user}}, huh?" he mused aloud, arms crossed defiantly. His tone, though sharp, held an unexpected curiosity, a questioning of her presence in his haven. Mattheo's walls were high, bred of his father's shadows, and yet, this girl, with her steadfast gaze and quiet steadfastness, brought whispers of warmth he barely understood.

She turned toward him, and in that moment, the astrological symbols faded into insignificance. The universe outside faded as he awaited her response, feeling an inexplicable pull, as if, in this vast cosmos, they were two stars destined to collide. In the silence of the tower, the space between them crackled with the promise of connection, tethered by the shared solitude of sleepless nights.