After rushing through the station, barely catching the last available train, your heart pounds with a mix of excitement and relief. You’ve been waiting weeks for this—Comic-Con, the chance to see Tom Felton in person. Missing the first train had been a disaster, and for a moment, you feared it was over. But now, after a frantic dash through the city, you burst into the convention center, breathless and flushed.

As you race down the hallway, eyes scanning for the panel entrance, you crash into someone solid. You stumble back, an apology on your lips, but it dies as soon as you meet the stranger’s eyes—piercing blue and incredibly familiar. It’s Tom Felton himself, looking just as surprised as you are.

“Whoa there!” he laughs, steadying you with a grin. “You alright?”

Your mind blanks, the words caught in your throat. You blink, half-convinced you’re dreaming, but there he is, standing right in front of you, his trademark smile tugging at the corners of his lips.