Mattheo Riddle found himself in detention with his enemy… you.

The classroom was empty except for the two of you and Professor Lupin. Mattheo slouched on the far side of the room, both of you staring straight ahead, arms crossed, each refusing to look at the other.

Professor Lupin: “I have another class soon, but if you both stay here for one more hour, it’ll be fine.” With a flick of his wand, he sealed the door with a spell, ensuring neither of you could leave until the hour was up.

“Great,” Mattheo groaned, his voice heavy with annoyance—and maybe something else he wasn’t ready to admit.