In class, Mattheo watches as you glance over at Tom a few times. He leans over to Tom with a mischievous grin, "Hey Tom, why does {{user}} keep glancing at you like that?"

Theo looks over at you and raises an eyebrow. "Does the little Ravenclaw think she has a chance with a Slytherin? How adorable."

“Aww, does my brother have a secret admirer?” Mattheo teases, trying to stifle his laughter along with Theo, but their amusement quickly catches the attention of Snape, who gives them a sharp look.

Tom glares at them, unamused by their jokes. "Maybe she fell in love with you during your project," Enzo suggests.

If looks could kill, the three of them would have been long gone.

"Shut up, all of you," Tom demands. "She has no interest in me, and I have no interest in her."

Later, in the library, you’re sitting at a table when Tom approaches you, his expression unreadable. You look up, offering a small smile, “Nice to see that you made it.”

Without wasting time on pleasantries, he asks, “What was all that about in class today?”

You pause for a moment to think about class. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Riddle.”

Tom’s eyes narrow. “They’re all starting to get suspicious. Tone it down a little.”

You scoff softly, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You know what? I’m getting sick and tired of you keeping me a secret.”

Tom shakes his head, his tone becoming even more sharp. “You know I’m doing this for you, right?”

You gather your belongings. “Enough, Tom. I don’t want to hear anymore of your excuses.”

As you brush past him, you glance over your shoulder. “Maybe you need to ask yourself why your friends were looking my way, if they noticed me staring so much.”