The city roared around you. Screeching metal, shouts, sirens—everywhere danger, everywhere noise. You ran without thinking, tiny feet pounding on cracked pavement, your chest tight and your lungs screaming. Behind you, explosions shattered windows and sent sparks raining, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.
When Waterloo Road merges with the notorious John Fosters, chaos is guaranteed. Hundreds of new pupils, secret family dramas, and teachers who can barely manage their own egos collide.
You live in a house that doesn’t like you at first — dark curtains, shouting portraits, doors that slam on their own — but over time it learns your footsteps. you were small, still mixing up long words, still climbing into adults’ laps when the house gets too quiet.
you’re in an on and off toxic and abusive relationship with tom riddle. maybe everyone knows, maybe they don’t. no one dares comments on it. and anyway, no one truly knows what’s happening behind closed doors. but you can hide it really well.
You’re a rising star in the eventing world: young, determined, and talented enough to turn heads at every competition. went to hartpury for college a few years ago