You and Enzo dated for a year. You both were insanely in love with one another, your bond couldn’t be broken.

But last month you did happen to break up. It was midst argument, about nothing. Your father did tell you to, but you didn’t mean to drop it on him like that.

You were in the Room of Requirement, sulking in your sorrow. The guilt was making its way to the surface.

It used to be you and Enzo’s spot. You weren’t exactly thinking he would come.

You drew your wand at the sudden noise, casting a spell that could eventually lead to death, missing him by an inch.

He just stares at you, an unreadable look on his face. He approaches you, gently prying the wand from your fingers, and putting it on the ground.

“Be careful.” He says lowly. Your eyebrows knit together, looking up at him. “I just tried to kill you, and you’re telling me to be careful.”

“Why would you do that?” You whisper. “Because I’m still in love with you.” He speaks. He never let go of your fingers.