You jolt awake in your four-poster bed, heart hammering against your ribs, sheets damp with cold sweat. The Slytherin dormitory is silent except for your ragged breathing. Moonlight filters through the lake water outside the windows, casting eerie green shadows across the room.

The image of Mattheo's lifeless body burns behind your eyelids. Without thinking, you're already swinging your legs out of bed, the need to see him, to know he's alive, overwhelming every rational thought.