angel, ordinary.

At Hogwarts, you were nothing short of an angel in human form—at least, that’s what everyone seemed to think. Beautiful, intelligent, kind, and selfless, you carried an effortless grace that made people gravitate toward you. It was hard not to like you.

Everyone adored you.

Everyone except Mattheo.

He despised you, though he couldn’t quite explain why. You had never spoken to him, and he had never spoken to you. Yet, whenever you joined a conversation, he would fall silent, refusing to acknowledge your presence. You didn’t understand his hatred.

Neither did he.

Now, you sat alone in the library, lost in the pages of a book, unaware of the storm brewing in Mattheo’s mind.