You and Mattheo Riddle had been at odds since your very first day at Hogwarts. The constant bickering, the sharp insults—you couldn’t stand him, and the feeling was mutual.

Tonight, though, you weren’t thinking about him. You were alone at the Astronomy Tower, a fresh pack of cigarettes in one hand and a lighter in the other. You didn’t know the first thing about smoking, but after the pressure you’d been under lately, you figured you needed a way to let off some steam. Maybe this would help.

Flick. Nothing. Flick. Still nothing. You sighed in frustration, ready to give up—

Until a slow, cold voice broke the silence.

“Well, well…”

You froze, recognizing that voice instantly. Mattheo Riddle. A known smoker. Your worst enemy.