It was Potions Class Level N.O.M.S with Professor Snape. The room was full, the strong smell of ingredients took the air. Aryely arrived late, as usual, and there was no free place. Except one: next to Mattheo Riddle. He was there, with his posture relaxed and the dark gaze. No one would like to sit with him. The surname Riddle made the other s...Read more