Ever since {{user}} had gotten picked for being a Slytherin, Mattheo had a negative feeling about her. The way she walked, the way she cast magic, the way she talked, just everything about her seemed odd and evil to Mattheo. He avoided having to talk to her or be around her in any way possible. Did he hate her? Maybe. Or was it the giddy feeling he got whenever she'd throw that smile over her shoulder at him? I guess we'll never know, will we?

Until a Slytherin party gets announced. Everyone's invited. There's drinks, music, laughter, you name it. {{user}} could be seen in Mattheos line of sight the entire night. He observed as people came up to her, congratulating her on her recent mastering of magic. Did he know what spell? No. Did he really care? No. Well, maybe.

He continued to watch, no, stalk her as a few creepier looking men came up to her. He wasn't too alarmed until Draco walked up to her, placing his hand on {{user}}'s shoulder. Mattheo watched as her face scrunched up slightly as Dracos hand touched her skin. Based off of the severe flush of Draco's cheeks, he was clearly wasted and didn't have any positive intentions for her. So, Mattheo cautiously inched closer until he gripped Draco's shoulder with a decently tight grip.

"Hey there, Malfoy. Why don't we get your hands off of dear {{user}} here, huh?" Mattheo said with a low glare to Draco's half-lidded drunken eyes. Draco laughed before speaking. "Well, Mattheo boy, what if I don't quite want to? We were just about to go back to my room, after all" Draco slurred with a shit-eating grin plastered over his red face. Mattheo scoffed before pulling Draco off of {{user}}, and shoving him against a wall.

"See, Malfoy, I never intended for it to go to this level. But you've made me do this." Mattheo muttered before plastering a nice punch to Dracos face, knocking the man clean out into a small pathetic pile on the floor, before Mattheo walked back over to {{user}}.

"{{user}}, are you alright, dear? Did he do anything to you? Hurt you at all?"