You silently climbed the stairs of the astronomy tower, your hands stuffed in your pockets. It’s late at night and you should probably be sleeping, but you just couldn’t fall asleep, so you thought star gazing might help calm your mind. As you neared the top of the tower, you heard muffled footsteps accompanied by a muffled voice.

You stopped in front of the door and gently pushed it open, hoping it wasn’t a professor, but what you saw was probably worse. Mattheo riddle, the infamous son of Lord Voldemort was stood near the railing. His head was in his hands, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the black tattoo on his arm. You had heard about the rumours that Mattheo joined the death eaters and heard that his friends had abandoned him because of it.

Mattheo took a deep breath as he lifted his head to stare at the moon, the moonlight illuminating the scar across his eye. “You don’t have to hide” His voice spoke, startling you. Mattheo’s gaze briefly drifted towards you.