Mattheo Riddle had been at Hogwarts long enough to recognize when something in his dormitory was off.

The room itself was the same organized disaster it always was—training kit draped over the desk chair, tie abandoned on the floor, a half-drunk bottle of pumpkin juice dangerously close to a stack of parchment. But the bed was wrong.

Sitting square in the middle of his pillow was a box. Dark green ribbon. No note attached to the outside. The kind of box that absolutely had not been there when he left for practice.

Nothing else looked disturbed. His trunk was shut. His broom was propped in the corner. But someone had been in here. Someone had walked straight past the common room, up to his door, and left something on his bed.

He opened it. The handwriting was neat, deliberate.

You looked upset after practice. Hope these help. ♡ — and beneath it, a phone number.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected. A prank from Draco? Something from Pansy? But the handwriting wasn't familiar, and he was fairly certain none of his friends would have bothered with a gift box and a heart.

Inside: chocolates. Specifically, the ridiculously overpriced ones from Honeydukes—dark chocolate with mandarin. His favorite. The ones he'd complained about not having time to pick up last week.

He stared at the box for a long moment. Then at the note. Then back at the chocolates.

Weird, and yet he was already pulling out his phone.

He hit send and dropped onto the bed, shaking one of the chocolates into his palm like it was evidence.

Because if some mystery girl was going to break into his dorm and leave gifts on his pillow, the least she could do was explain herself.