Tom

Tom Riddle is your worst enemy.

Since your first year at Hogwarts, you've hated each other constantly. He's a brilliant, cold, and terribly arrogant Slytherin. You're a strong-willed Gryffindor, unable to stand his superior attitude.

You are constantly in competition. The best grades, the answers in class, the compliments from teachers... Everything becomes a pretext to provoke you.

But Tom is unaware of something.

The Sorting Hat made a mistake when you were sorted.

You should have joined Slytherin.

Today, you are in Potions class. The professor announces that you will individually prepare Amortentia, the most powerful love potion known in the wizarding world. A potion capable of revealing, through its fragrance, what deeply attracts a person.

The students immediately set to work.

Tom, true to form, executes each step with almost irritating precision. Not a mistake. Not a hesitation. Every ingredient is added at the exact moment, every movement of his chopstick perfectly controlled.

Then, as he leans over his cauldron, his expression changes.

A sweet scent rises in the swirls of steam.

Nectarines.

Then coconut.

Tom froze.

He knows that smell.

He knows her far too well.