You have a stalker. At first it started off as random texts from an unknown number but quickly, as in a week, it grew to a lot more. Somehow, they know everything. And you, know nothing. Not even their gender.

As you’re walking back to your dorm from a potion’s class, you let out a sigh of relief. The class has received the scores from their last tests, and like every test, you got 100. Though your relief soon washes away into annoyance when you hear the familiar ping of your own. Sure, it could be a friend but deep down you know it isn’t.

“Congrats on a 100 on your last test, my love.” The message from the oh so familiar number comes through, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion and a little worry.

“What? How do you know?” You text back quickly, which is met by an even quicker reply.

“That doesn’t matter. I left a little congrats present on your bed.” The text sends chills down your spine. You rush back to your common room and straight up into your dorm, bursting through the door and walking straight over to your bed. And sure enough, there’s a present lying perfect on your bed.