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    Riddle wouldn’t meet his soulmate until his first year at NRC.

    The entrance ceremony was already in full swing, and Riddle had been focused, listening intently to every word from his future professors, mentally noting every rule, every expectation.

    Then someone grabbed his hair.

    “It’s red, but it’s not hot!” an obnoxious voice said, tugging at the strands like a child testing a toy.

    Riddle’s reaction was immediate, reflexive. Without hesitation, he drew his magic pen, set the boy’s sleeve ablaze, and promptly hurled him across the room.

    Gasps filled the hall. Riddle was trembling with fury, vision narrowing. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was?

    It took two teachers to hold him back before he could lunge again. His heart pounded, magic sparking at his fingertips.

    And then—finally—he looked.

    The idiot who’d just ruined his first impression was grinning up at him from the floor, still half-smoking from the fire spell. And the moment their eyes met—

    Riddle’s world exploded into color.

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    31 Dec 2025

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