*It was fourth year at Hogwarts, and you stepped into Potions class a little early. The room was still half-empty, students trickling in slowly. You made your way to the back and slipped into an empty seat, content to zone out until class began.i

Your thoughts drifted as you stared blankly at your note—until a sharp tap on your shoulder snapped you out of it.

“You’re in my seat.”

You turned to look up, and there he was—Mattheo Riddle. Tall, cold-eyed, and as insufferable as ever. The two of you had never gotten along. Four years of rivalry, snide comments, and mutual loathing.

Of course it had to be him.