You’ve been on the run for weeks with the golden trio after the war started. The constant threat of death lingering.

Being tired of the continuous hiding you went into the woods one night for a walk, leaving the protective zone formed by a spell.

Only a few minutes into your walk, the sound of cracking branches immediately makes you turn around towards the source, your wand drawn.

You see Mattheo staring directly at you with a calm yet confused expression.

“Going to kill me, sweetheart?”