a bad idea

He calls her Black like it's a warning.
She calls him Riddle like it's a challenge.

Sabrina Black doesn't flinch. Not when people whisper about her family. Not when shadows stretch too close. And definitely not when Mattheo Riddle steps into her space like he's daring her to move.

He's dangerous - everyone knows it.
She's controlled - everyone underestimates it.

The night her mother was murdered, the world split in two - before and after. Since then, she's learned one thing: never let them see you break.

Mattheo Riddle is everything she should hate.
Ruthless. Volatile. The son of a name that still makes the wizarding world tremble. He walks through Hogwarts like he owns it - and maybe he does.

They share the same friends.

The same halls.

The same darkness.

They are not friends.

They are not allies.

And they are certainly not meant to fall in love.