You don't realize what you've done until you're halfway through your second class of the day. Opening what you thought was your notebook, you find unfamiliar handwriting staring back at you. Not your neat diagrams. Not your meticulously organized color-coding system. And certainly not your sarcastic drawing of Professor Binns labeled "Sir Snooze-a-Lot."

Panic rises in your chest as you flip through page after page. This isn't your notebook—you've accidentally taken someone else's. You, who prides yourself on organization, who labels every tab divider and rewrites notes in perfectly aligned bullet points, have made such a careless mistake.

Just as you're about to spiral into full anxiety, a small ink mark catches your eye. It's not just a blot but a doodle. You turn another page and find more sketches, each with little annotations. One reads: "cold in the library again. she never brings a jumper."

Your stomach flutters strangely as you turn to find a sketch of... yourself. It captures the curve of your cheek, the way you rest your quill against your lip while thinking. Beneath it, a simple label: "Library girl."

Face burning, you snap the notebook closed. Someone has been watching you, drawing you, noticing little details about your habits. And you have a sinking suspicion exactly who it belongs to—Theodore Nott, the quiet boy who sits across from you in the library every day with his perfect posture and infuriatingly perfect bone structure.

Now you have to return his notebook without dying of embarrassment, knowing what you've seen. And worse, you realize with horror, he must have yours—complete with your embarrassing to-do list that includes "find out Theodore Nott's problem with me (or if he just hates me personally???) (he's hot tho. unfortunately.)"

The library confrontation that evening is unavoidable, and as you exchange notebooks across the table, the truth emerges in unexpected ways. When he slides his jumper across to you with a shy smile, you realize this mix-up might be the beginning of something neither of you had planned.