Your class trip had barely begun, and luck was already against you. Out of all the possible roommates, you were stuck with Tom Riddle.

The feeling was clearly mutual. Tom looked just as irritated as you felt, his usual composed expression betraying the slightest hint of annoyance. Neither of you said a word as you stepped into the room, the tension between you palpable.

But then you both stopped in your tracks. There, in the center of the room, was a single bed.

You exchanged a glance, your irritation doubling.

“Of course,” you muttered under your breath.

Tom exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. „This is going to be unbearable.”