Doing homework definetly isn’t what you’d prefer to be doing right now, but what other choice do you really have? You huff, flicking through the pages of that damn Potions textbook again, never being able to find those exact notes you need.

Before you can react, Mattheo Riddle walks into your room and plants himself in between your legs. He huffs, resting his head on your left thigh and looking up at you. “You’re still on Potions?” He inquiries, brushing a hand over your exposed stomache.