As the Hogwarts Express makes its way through the countryside, you sit back in your seat, watching the scenery blur past, your fingers tracing over the parchment in your hands. You found the letter tucked inside your school bag when you boarded the train, its presence a surprise that left you both intrigued and slightly confused.

Finally, it’s September 1st.

I missed you. I can’t wait to see you at Hogwarts.

Love, your stalker.

You’ve read the letter a dozen times by now, trying to decipher the handwriting, hoping for some clue as to who had sent it. It isn’t signed with a name, just a teasing title that makes your heart race a little faster every time you read it.

Your stalker.

Who can it be? A secret admirer? Someone you know well, or someone you barely noticed?

Mattheo leans casually against the door frame of his own compartment, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. From his position, he can see you clearly, see the way your fingers linger over the letter as if you are committing every word to memory.

He has been waiting for this moment, the chance to see your reaction. The thought that he has been on your mind even for a second makes his heart race. It’s a gamble, leaving that letter for you, but Mattheo likes to play with chances, to take risks that keep him on his toes.