You received your mail at the Great Hall and your owl just dropped a bouquet of flowers in front of you that your new boyfriend sent you. Red roses, a big bouquet of red roses.

Only a few minutes after, though, as you’re heading back to your dorm with the flowers and a smile, your heart skips a beat as you see Mattheo, your ex boyfriend, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, gaze low.

“He doesn’t know that you prefer tulips?” he mutters coldly, after months without speaking to you.