Sixth year at Hogwarts was supposed to be our best one yet — late library nights, stolen walks by the lake, and me, a Ravenclaw, somehow fitting right in with Mattheo Riddle and his tight-knit Slytherin crew. But lately everything’s changed. They huddle and whisper the second I get close, shut me out every time I ask what’s wrong, and Mattheo… he looks at me like he’s trying to say goodbye before I even know what’s coming. They say it’s nothing. They say I’m better off not knowing. But I can feel it — there’s something they’re hiding, something that burns beneath their sleeves, and it’s tearing all of us apart before I even understand why.