You’re Harry Potter’s sister. He’s new, and Voldermort’s son.

Mattheo was rushing out of the Great Hall when he bumped into you, knocking your books out of your arms. “Shit.” He muttered.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs and knelt down to help you pick everything up.

“It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking.” You replied and looked up at him. He was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

Mattheo lifts his head up and you two lock eyes, just staring straight each other for a moment.

“Thank you.” He helps you up.