Mattheo Riddle: Voldemorts son, your worst enemy. He hates you. You hate him. Your conversations always end in fights, with blood and bruises. He tries his best to annoy you, make you snap, to come Late to class.

You are late to potions, running through the corridors towards the classroom. You get pulled aside and pressed against a wall. Your wrists are pinned over your head. You pull out a knife from your sock and hold it to his throat in defence. „A knife? Are you flirting with me?“