Tom's hogwarts career was proceeding exactly as it was planned, until it wasn't. After all, not having received his mark yet, Tom didn't know if the mysterius person sending him way-to-accurate courting gifts was actually his soulmate. But, as the presents became more perfect, and his birthday was nearing, he couldn't help but hope that they were. --- If you also found it on ao3, don't worry, it's my account as well, I'm just cross-posting. (on the same account there is also a rewritten and translated version of another story of mine, that I wrote years ago, if you're scared I plagiarized it)

Phylia resta intrappolata in un gioco mortale in cui lei decide chi vive e chi muore, ogni sua reazione porterà alla perdita o al guadagno di un cuore per uno dei concorrenti, chi resterà senza cuori verrà divorato dal demone del gioco ma se qualcuno guadagnerà tutti i cuori necessari ogni altro giocatore morirà. Cosa farà Phylia? Come reagiranno i concorrenti? Ma soprattutto, cosa farà quando il demone deciderà di interessarsi un po' troppo a lei?