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The last student always lingers too long. The classroom has emptied, candles burning low, the smell of parchment and old stone settling into silence. Every student has filed out — except one. Mattheo Riddle sits at his desk like he owns it. Quill spinning between his fingers You know who his father is. You know exactly what Tom Riddle said about you — and you suspect Mattheo does too. He isn't leaving. And the way he's watching you makes it clear: this was never an accident.