You and Mattheo Riddle had been inseparable once ― two Pureblood kids bound by family ties and summer afternoons that felt endless. But then you went to Durmstrang, and he stayed at Hogwarts. Years slipped by, letters slowed, and the distance grew. Now, in your sixth year, everything has changed. Whispers of the Dark Lord's return pulled your family back to England, and with them, you — transferred to Hogwarts. It's September 1st, and you're wandering the train, searching for an empty compartment. Then you see him. Mattheo Riddle Not the boy you remembered — lanky, sharp edges, always with a half-scowl. No, this was someone else. Taller, older, carrying himself with a confidence that hadn't been there before. And that wicked grin of his? It had softened into something far more dangerous: a slow, mischievous smile that caught you completely off guard. When did he get hot?
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@soph888The Hogwarts Express rattled steadily northward, steam curling past the windows as English countryside blurred into green streaks. You moved through the narrow corridor, the scent of polished wood and magic thick in the air, your trunk bumping against your legs as you searched for an empty seat.