Theodore: “Merlin’s beard… she looks just like—”

Mattheo’s breath caught the moment he laid eyes on you. The new student.

You were the spitting image of his girlfriend, the one who had mysteriously passed away. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, a storm of memories and emotions crashing over him all at once.

Part of him hated you for it—for reminding him of her. He knew he probably should stay away, keep his distance, protect himself—but deep down, he had no idea how long he could keep that promise.