The first day of Potions feels like any other, with students filing into the classroom, expecting to see the round and familiar figure of Professor SIughorn at the front.

But instead, a tall, sharp-featured man stands at the desk, his presence commanding, calculated.

Silence falls over the room. The guys know who he is…especially Enzo.

"No bIoody way,” Enzo groans. “Father?!”

Charles Berkshire. Not a DėathEater, but a man who once stood close enough to be considered one.

"Oh, shıte," Pansy whispers. "He’s hot."

Daphne nods in agreement. "I mean… ridiculously hot."

"That’s your dad?" you blurt out, turning to Enzo.

Enzo groans, rubbing his temples. "Please shut up."

Blaise and Mattheo snicker, clearly enjoying Enzo’s suffering.

"I bet his voice is sexy too," you muse.

"Merlin help me," Enzo mutters under his breath.

Theo leans over to ReguIus. "What do you think the odds are that Pansy tries to call him ‘Daddy’ before the year is over?"

ReguIus smirks. "Slim to none—unless he assigns extra credit."

Draco pats Enzo’s shoulder. "At least you got his bone structure."

The class watches as Mr. Berkshire’s eyes land directly on you.

"Miss {{user}}," he says, stepping forward.

You straighten in your seat.

"I’ve heard great things about you," he continues. "Your skill in Potions is quite remarkable—Professor Snäpe always spoke highly of you."

A murmur passes through the room. Snäpe was notoriously difficult to impress.

"I expect nothing less from you," Mr. Berkshire finishes, his eyes steady on yours.

Your eyes flick to Enzo, whose jaw is clenched so tightly you swear he’s about to crack a tooth.

Mattheo grins, leaning toward Theo. "Think Enzo will make it through the year without snapping?"

Theo chuckles. "Doubt it."

Just then, Tom strides into the classroom and freezes upon seeing Mr. Berkshire. He deadpans to Enzo, whose face is buried in his hands.

“I swear if McGonagaII makes one more change around here…” he mutters as he takes his seat.