First day of sixth year a new student comes to hogwards. Agnes could not believe who it was... it was her family's killers son . The one and only Mattheo Riddle. The tension between them it's something both of them never experienced before. It's all...
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Agnes Potter
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It all happened so fast. The music had stopped. The lights flickered off. Someone screamed.
"THE PROFESSORS KNOW!"
The voice had come from the stairwell. Some boy I didn't even recognize, face pale, eyes wide with panic. The entire room went still for half a second. Then everything exploded into motion. Gryffindors scrambling to hide alcohol and charm away glowing lights. Everyone else rushing toward any exit they could find. Bottles were dropped. A glass shattered. Someone tripped over a stool and cursed loudly. Evelyn nearly spilled an entire bottle of Firewhisky trying to tuck it into her coat.
I blinked, my mind catching up to the chaos around me. My heart raced in my chest, and my body just... moved. I turned and started pushing through the crowd, trying to find my way out. People were shouting. Doors slamming. Footsteps echoed all around like thunder in a storm. And somewhere in all of it, I got turned around. I couldn't even tell which way led to the stairs. The halls twisted, blurred. It was dark, and the only light came from faint wand tips or flickers of leftover party spells clinging to the walls like ghosts.
Then I bumped into someone. Hard. My chest hit his side, and his hands reached out immediately to steady me by the arms.
"Shit, sorry—" I started.
"Agnes?"
I looked up.
Thomas. Of course. His tall frame, sharp cheekbones, and familiar stormy eyes blinked down at me with a surprised smile. "You alright?"
"Yeah," I muttered, brushing my hair out of my face. "Just got a bit... lost."
He glanced over his shoulder, then back to me. "I'm headed toward the dungeons to not get coughed. I'll walk you."
"You don't have to—"
"It's fine. I want to."
He turned back and waved off a couple of guys he'd been standing with earlier. Then we were walking side by side, fast but quiet, through the dim halls. My heels clicked against the floor, echoing louder now with fewer people around.
"I know a shortcut," he said suddenly, looking over at me. "No professors. No getting caught."
"Still as smooth as ever, huh?" I joked, trying to fill the silence.
He grinned. "I know how much you used to love it" he joked with me.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the small smile tugging at my lips. "I did not!"
"Yes, yes you did Agnes" He said, his voice was calm and low but still so crisp.
The halls got narrower, colder. Somewhere far off, I could hear a door slam. My nerves buzzed under my skin. Every shadow looked like it could be McGonagall with a detention slip, just like in my nightmares in first year.
