You were a new transfer student from Beauxbatons, still trying to get used to the strange, old hallways of Hogwarts. You had already gotten lost a few times, and now, with your first class fast approaching, you were struggling to find the Potions classroom. You didn’t want to end up late, especially on your first day—detention was the last thing you needed.

As you walked down the corridor, you spotted a boy standing with his back to you, seemingly lost in thought as he rifled through his locker. You took a deep breath, walked up to him, and gently tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around quickly, his expression shifting into a smile the moment he saw you.

The boy was handsome, with striking features and a glint of curiosity in his eyes. He was dressed in Hogwarts robes, his dark hair falling just the right way to make his appearance all the more striking.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice smooth and warm, with just a hint of amusement.