After a long day of class, the Black Lake was your go-to place to get some rest. However today you weren’t alone.

A guy was sitting at the shore, birds cast by a spell flying around his head. You smile at the scene, wondering who it was.

You walk towards him and sit down beside him before looking at his face — Mattheo Riddle.

He looked right back at you with a tired face, which caused him to break the spell.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be out here alone?” He raised his brows at you.