Mathew jolted awake, his heart pounding and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. The vivid nightmare of Hogwarts being devoured by some unseen, monstrous force still lingered in his mind, leaving him unsettled despite the cool morning air. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease as he carefully rose from the bed, his joints creaking with the movement.

Mathew went through his normal morning routine, splashing some water on his face in a futile attempt to fully erase the memory of the disturbing dream. As he made his way to the dining hall for breakfast, he found himself uncharacteristically alone at the table, poking at his food absentmindedly.

"Hello, Mathew," a familiar voice called out. Mathew looked up to see Nina striding towards him, a warm smile on her face. "Haven't seen you around lately."

"Hey, Nina," Mathew replied, arching an eyebrow. "I've been, you know, around." He couldn't help but interject a hint of sarcasm into his tone.

Nina seemed unfazed, plopping down across from Mathew. "I heard Mia is starting classes with us today! I'm so excited." Her eyes practically sparkled with anticipation.

Mathew studied her curiously. "I thought you were supposed to be terrified of that idea. And weren't you scared of Mia?" He leaned forward, scrutinizing her expression. "How do you even know about this?"

Nina's smile faltered momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure. "Well, Mia told me she was going to start today, and she said you were going to go with her" She paused, chewing her lip nervously. "And, um, I guess I didn't tell you but Eric and I, actually went to her dorm the other day."

Mathew's eyes widened in disbelief. "Eric? As in _ Eric from class? The same one who's practically terrified of Mia?" He shook his head, struggling to process this new information. "How... when did this happen?"

"We just went to talk to her, you know, to make sure she wasn't hurt you or anything," Nina said quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. "But she's actually really nice when you get to know her!"

Mathew stared at her, unconvinced. "Prove it," he demanded. "Come with me to Mia's place, and you have to interact with her, or are you” Matthew Paused.” Scared"

Nina hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, sure." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her unease.

Mathew and Nina finished their breakfast and made their way to Mia's home. After a while of walking, they finally approached, Mia's dorm and Mathew called out her name. his heart pounded in his chest, unsure of what to expect. After a brief moment, the massive figure of Mia emerged, looking impeccably dressed and radiant.

Mathew couldn't help but notice the way the light seemed to catch in Mia's hair, giving it an almost ethereal glow. Her features, though undoubtedly larger than a normal human's, held an undeniable beauty that Mathew hadn't fully appreciated before. There was an aura of grace and poise about her that belied the fearsome reputation he had come to associate with the girl.

"Wow, you look pretty," Mathew blurted out, unable to hide his surprise.

"Aw, thank you," Mia replied, her voice soft and lilting. She turned her attention to Nina, who stood beside Mathew, fidgeting nervously. "Oh, hi, Nina! Didn't see you there. Did you come with Mathew?"

"O-oh, yeah," Nina stammered, glancing up at the towering girl.

Mathew's brow furrowed as he looked between the two. "How... when did this happen? I thought you were scared of Mia."

Mia tilted her head, a puzzled expression on her face. "Scared of me? I didn't know that." She chuckled lightly. "Well, I remember seeing Nina and Eric in my dorm the other day. I didn't know what they were doing there, but we've become acquainted since then."

"Eric?" Mathew echoed, his voice laced with disbelief. "My best friend Eric? He went to your dorm with Nina?" He shook his head, feeling a surge of betrayal. "I can't believe he didn't tell me anything."

“Wait you two know each other, cool” Mia shrugged, seemingly unaware of the tension. "Anyway, shall we head to class? I wouldn't want to be late on my first day."

The group made their way to the imposing, oversized classroom, Mathew and Nina sitting on top of Mia's palm as they approached the entrance. 

Mia approached the imposing entrance of the classroom, the massive doorway towering over her smaller companions. To Mia, the interior looked like a fairly average-sized room, but to the human students, it was a cavernous space that spanned hundreds of feet across. 

As they stepped inside, Mia gazed around in awe at the sheer scale of the place. Rows of tiny desks were clustered towards the front of the classroom, looking almost comically small compared to the expansive room. A massive projection screen dominated the wall at the front, while a smaller one was positioned near the floor, presumably to allow the teacher to share their lessons with the class and most importantly, Mia.

At the very back of the room stood an enormous desk, easily big enough to accommodate Mia's sizable frame. Mathew and Nina exchanged a nervous glance, knowing they would be dwarfed by their new classmate.

With a gentle hand, Mia set Mathew and Nina down on the fool for them to find their assigned desks, making sure they were settled comfortably before turning and striding towards the oversized chair at the rear of the room. The other students, already seated at their own tiny desks, fell silent as Mia approached, all eyes fixed on the towering girl.

Mia took her seat, the chair creaking slightly under her weight. The classroom remained in tense silence until the teacher, Mr. Dickson, entered the room. His eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of Mia's massive form occupying the back of the class.

"M-M-Mia, you've already started class," he stammered, his voice shaking with awe.

"Yup," Mia replied simply, her face breaking into a friendly smile.

"I-I'm Mr. Dickson," the teacher continued, his gaze darting nervously around the room. " But you can call me whatever you like."

Mia nodded, and with a resigned sigh, Mr. Dickson turned to begin his lesson, writing "Chemistry" on the smaller board that got projected to the larger screen at the front of the class.

Mr Dickson was constantly checking in with Mia to ensure she was keeping up. Mathew couldn't help but notice the teacher's body language – his shoulders were hunched, and he seemed to be perpetually on the verge of flinching, as if anticipating some sort of outburst from the towering girl.

As the lesson progressed, Mathew found it increasingly difficult to focus. His attention kept being drawn to Mia, who sat silently at the back of the room, her gaze occasionally sweeping across the classroom. Mathew couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind, what she made of the tense and uneasy atmosphere that had settled over the room.

The other students, too, seemed to be struggling to maintain their composure. Mathew could see their hands trembling as they took notes, their eyes constantly darting towards Mia's imposing presence. Some of them even seemed to be holding their breath, as if afraid that the slightest sound or movement might incur the girl's wrath.

As the final teacher of the day finished their lecture and the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, none of the students made a move to leave. They remained rooted to their seats, eyes fixed on Mia, as if waiting for her to give a signal or something.

Mia looked around, puzzled by the students' behavior. "Don't you guys wanna go home?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"We're waiting for you to leave first," one brave student called out, his voice trembling slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was I too loud?" the student quickly apologized, fearful of angering the towering girl.

As Mia stood up from her massive desk, the entire classroom fell deathly silent. Mathew watched, his breath caught in his throat, as the towering girl's movements sent tremors through the very foundation of the room. The other students sat rigidly in their seats, their eyes wide with a mixture of terror and anticipation.

Mia's gaze swept across the classroom, her brow furrowed. Mathew couldn't help but wonder if she was truly oblivious to the palpable fear that had settled over the room, or if she was simply reveling in the power she wielded over her terrified peers.

Suddenly, Mia's eye settled on a female student seated near the front of the class. Mathew watched, his heart pounding, as the towering girl leaned down, her massive hand reaching out towards the trembling girl.

The student let out a strangled cry, her body shaking uncontrollably as Mia's hand enveloped her. Mathew felt a surge of panic, certain that Mia was about to crush the poor girl in her grasp. But she just grabbed her, Mia's movements were surprisingly gentle, her fingers curling around the student with a tenderness that seemed at odds with her imposing size.

Mathew couldn't help but notice the way his classmates gripped the edges of their desks, their knuckles turning white with the strain. Even Nina and Eric, who had claimed to have been acquainted with Mia, appeared to be just as unnerved by the girl's sheer presence as the rest of them.

Nina and Eric were both gripping the edges of their desks, their faces etched with a fear that Mathew had never seen before. The other students, too, were frozen in their seats, their eyes fixed on Mia's every move, as if afraid that any sudden movement on their part might provoke the towering girl.

As Mia lifted the student in her hand, Mathew couldn't help but wonder if this was all some sort of twisted game, what was she planning on doing to the poor student in her hand. Perhaps she had something sinister planned, something that would change how Mathew and the rest of the school viewed her.

Without a word, Mia turned and made her way towards the classroom door, the student cradled in her grasp. Mathew watched, his heart hammering in his chest, as his classmates scrambled to their feet, desperate to follow as soon as Mia was far enough.

Mathew lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the doorway where Mia had disappeared. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the calm before the storm, that Mia's true intentions were still shrouded in mystery.

As he hurried to catch up with his classmates, Mathew couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Mia had in store. Was her friendliness towards him genuine, or was it merely a facade, a calculated move to lull him into a false sense of security just like Eric had told him earlier?

Mia arrives back to her dorm and places the girl on the bed and sat down right beside her

"What's your name?" Mia's voice was gentle, almost soothing, cutting through the palpable silence that hung between them.

"It's Britney," came the timid reply, Britney's gaze fixed on the floor.

"Mm, what a lovely name," Mia responded with a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Britney, her voice barely a whisper, mustered the courage to ask, "Why did you bring me here? Is there something I can do for you?"

Mia's expression shifted momentarily, a shadow passing over her features. "After what happened in class today, Matthew won't be coming," she explained bitterly. "It's his way of making me feel bad. Dumb kid."

Britney listened, her curiosity mingling with her anxiety. "So, you want me to keep you company?" she ventured cautiously.

Mia chuckled, a sound devoid of mirth. "Well, you wouldn't say yes if I asked if you would come with me, so here we are.”

Britney hesitated before replying softly, "I guess so."Britney's breath caught in her throat, her fear escalating with each passing second.

"It's just us then, for the rest of the day, unless Mathew shows up" Mia remarked casually, but Britney couldn't shake the chill that ran down her spine.

"Um, until it's time for you to take me back right, you are gonna bring me back right?" Britney clarified, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“Well sure I'll take….” Mia's response was interrupted by the sudden growling of her stomach, a hungry protest that filled the room.

"Seems like you're hungry," Britney remarked nervously.

Mia's lips curved into a half-smile. "Yes, I suppose I am. I guess I was in a hurry and forgot to have breakfast, silly me" she admitted, her tone wistful.

Fear gripped Britney's heart as she blurted out, "Mia, are, are you gonna eat me"

Mia's laughter was unexpected, disarming. "Relax, I'm not going to do that. You're not food," she reassured with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Britney's tension eased slightly. "You're more of a snack," Mia added teasingly, unable to resist the opportunity to provoke Britney as she often did with Matthew.

Britney's breath caught in her throat. "I, I..."

"Just kidding," Mia interjected, her laughter bubbling forth.

"Haha, got me there." Britney started tentatively with a fake forced smile

"Come to think of it, you do look rather appetizing," Mia teased, her grin widening mischievously.

Britney's eyes widened in horror. "I assure you, I don't taste good," she stammered, attempting to defend herself.

"There's only one way to find out, right?" Mia's voice was playfully sinister.

"No, please don't," Britney pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

Mia couldn't contain her laughter any longer. "You're fun," she managed to say amid her mirth. "It never gets this far with Matthew, it doesn't work on him anymore"

"Haha, you jerk, you got me again, haha, so playful" Britney said, attempting to mask her fear with a hint of playfulness.

"But I wasn't joking," Mia replied, her tone shifting abruptly.

Before Britney could react, Mia's hand snaked out, her tongue flicked out, and she licked Britney lightly, covering her in saliva. Surprisingly, to Mia Britney tasted good—delicious, even.

Britney, overwhelmed with horror and disbelief, began to sob. "Please stop," she pleaded between sobs.

Mia, overtaken by a sudden, uncontrollable craving, couldn't resist. In a trance-like state, she drew Britney closer, her mouth watering uncontrollably.

Britney's world spun into chaos as Mia's jaws closed around her, enveloping her in darkness and warmth. Panic seized her entire being as she struggled against the overwhelming force of Mia's mouth, her cries stifled by the cavernous space.

Inside Mia's mouth, Britney's senses were assaulted. The humid air was thick with the scent of saliva, overwhelming her with the realization of her predicament. The walls of Mia's mouth loomed around her like the walls of a sinister chamber, suffocating and inescapable.

Britney's heart thundered in her chest, her mind racing with terror. She could feel Mia's tongue moving, shifting her position involuntarily. The taste of saliva coated her, a sickening reminder of her vulnerable state.

Every instinct screamed at Britney to escape, but her efforts were futile against Mia's immense size and strength. She was utterly at the mercy of this giant who had taken her captive.

Britney's thoughts whirled in a maelstrom of fear and disbelief. Images of being swallowed whole flashed through her mind, each scenario more terrifying than the last. The reality of her situation sank in with bone-chilling clarity—she was at the mercy of a predator.

Moments later, Mia snapped out of her stupor, horrified by what she had done. She attempted to spit Britney out, but she choked on her own spit and her reflex kicked in and she swallowed hard pulling Britney further into the abyss of her throat. Britney's world tilted as she descended into darkness, her cries swallowed by the void.

Panic surged through Mia. What had she done? She paced the room frantically, trying desperately to think of a way to reverse the irreversible, she even tried to make herself throw up,but Nothing worked. Exhausted and consumed by guilt, she collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow, her sobs echoing in the silence of the room.

Hours passed, and Mia was roused from her fitful sleep by the sound of a familiar voice—Matthew, “Mia” he yelled.