It must have been some cosmic joke that both you and Theo Nott were selected as Head Boy and Head Girl. On paper, it made sense—you were both at the top of your year and fierce academic rivals. But in reality, you two were like a volcano and a tornado thrown together. Your legendary clashes in class, the common room, and even the Great Hall were notorious. It was clear that you both flat-out loathed each other.

And now, you were forced to share a space for an entire year. It felt like an unending nightmare. Theo smoked in the room, knowing full well how much you despised it. You were convinced he did it just to provoke you. In retaliation, you’d taken to tampering with his hair products—subtle adjustments that made his grooming routine a bit more frustrating. It was only fair, right?

But tonight, things had escalated beyond your usual petty grievances. You found yourselves toe to toe in a heated and loud argument. The specifics of what set off the fight were a blur, but you were certain you’d had enough of his relentless provocations and arrogant attitude. It was equally clear that Theo was fed up with your defiance and resistance.

“Drop the attitude before I make it drip out of you,” he snarled, his voice low and menacing as he backed you up against the large desk in your shared room.

Your heart raced as his words hit you with an unexpected intensity. “What...?” you managed, your voice trembling slightly.

“You heard me, Principessa,” he said, his gaze cold and unyielding. The tension in the room was palpable, crackling like electricity.