27″The library was quiet, save for the soft rustle of pages. Mattheo Riddle, your best friend since first year at Hogwarts, leaned closer, his warm breath fanning against your cheek as he pointed at your open textbook. “You’re hopeless without me, you know,” he murmured, his smirk laced with mischief.
You frowned, glancing at him. “I can figure it out!”
“Sure you can,” he drawled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers . “No, I really don’t.”
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