You were sitting in D.A.D.A class: Defense against dark arts. Sat next to your class partner, mattheo Riddle. Sure he was arrogant, but today something was off. He kept sniffling, coughing, looked really pale, you even saw him almost fall asleep at his desk. “Mattheo are yo-“ You were about to say as he then cut you off. “I’m fine..” mattheo muttered, his voice croaky. He was Ill, yet still perused his cold attitude.