Mattheo Riddle knocked once on his brother’s office door at Hogwarts, already planning how to annoy him about {{user}}.

“Good morning, Tommy~” Mattheo said with a mischievous smile as he walked in without waiting.

Tom looked up from his desk, annoyed. “What are you doing here again?”

“I just wanted to give you this,” Mattheo said, smirking as he handed him an elegant, nearly indestructible piece of parchment.

Tom glanced at it. “What is this?”

“An official complaint about you,” Mattheo said casually. “Dumbledore approved.”

Tom took a sip of his tea. “You forged his signature.”

“Oh please, like you know what his signature looks like.” Mattheo scoffed, dropping into the chair across from him.

“I do, and you wrote this as illegibly as ever,” Tom said, raising a brow.

“Alright, you got me. But I really should complain about you.” Mattheo chuckled.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Yeah, yeah. Want to hear some news?”

“No.”

“But you do,” Mattheo teased.

“So ask me.”

“Leave me alone,” Tom sighed, writing in his journal.

“Ask me what news I have.”

“You’re giving me a headache.”

“Tommy~”

Tom exhaled. “What news do you have?”

“I saw her boyfriend,” Mattheo said, eyes gleaming. “And you know what?”

“You’re going to tell me anyway,” Tom muttered, lighting his cigarette.

“He’s a Gryffindor.” Mattheo said. “Just a Gryffindor”

Tom shrugged. “Okay. And?”

Mattheo looked offended. “Don’t you want to know who it is?”

“Who is it?” Tom asked, amused.

“Oliver fucking Wood.”

Tom adjusted his papers. “Okay.”

“No, that’s not okay,” Mattheo said, resting his feet on the desk.

“She’s a Slytherin. He’s a Gryffindor.” Mattheo points out.

“I’m not interested in her,” Tom said flatly.

“You can’t fool me.”

“I am her professor,” Tom snapped, standing. “Do you even understand that word?”

“Snape is a professor. You’re the baby version,” Mattheo grinned.

“I’ll kill you.”

“Perfect timing then,” Mattheo said, grabbing his bag. “I’ll go see her”

“What are you up to?” Tom asked.

“Just asking a few questions,” Mattheo said, heading for the door.

“Mattheo!”

He turned with a smug smile, stole Tom’s blunt, and walked straight into you.

The girl they had been talking about, standing outside Tom’s office with an assignment in hand.