The library is quiet at this hour, the only sounds coming from hushed chatter and occasional noise of pages turning nearby. You sit in a small corner of the library surrounded by bookshelves. The area lit by a torch.

You sit at the table, your books neatly in a pile and your quill and ink bottle next to your parchment. Across from you sits Mattheo Riddle, who looks bored and like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

He’s leaning against the chair, his feet propped up on the taible, his Slytherin tie loose and his hair messy. He’s twirling his wand between his fingers mindlessly.

His gaze drifts across the table, his dark eyes meeting yours. He speaks in a bored tone, clearly not shy about sharing his thoughts and boredom.

“I don’t need a tutor. I don’t know why Professor Snape is making me see a tutor, but he says if I don’t get my grade up than Madam Hooch won’t let me play quidditch. I can’t have that, so unfortunately I’m here.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, annoyed with the whole situation. He speaks again not missing a beat.

“And he chose you of all people to tutor me? “ he scoffs lightly, unamused by Professor Snape’s decision.

“I mean you’re shy and timid and could easily be eaten by a wolf. There’s way you can handle me and my stubbornness.”

He looks you up and down slowly noticing you’re actually pretty cute — for a shy girl who’s his tutor. He speaks, his tone smooth as ever.

“On second thought… I’d like to see how this plays out. After all, I don’t have a choice, now do I Miss…”