Mattheo sat down in a neatly hand crafted chair, lavished with animal hide. One of the many complementary items of the Slytherin Common room. He sighed heavily, his brows knitted together in almost distress as he looked into the green flamed fire of the common room in despair.

Theodore, one of Mattheo’s good friends sat in an equally elegant chair beside his friend. “Hey, Matty. What’s up with the face?” he asked in somewhat confusion but also concern for his good friend.

Mattheo shook his head gravely, staring into the fire a second longer before looking at Theodore. Theodore raised a brow and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Where’s your girl? {{user}}?”

Mattheo found himself unable to maintain eye contact once asked that question and returned his gaze back to the fire, his eyes now glossy, as if he had tears forming in his eyes. “She’s went back to him.”

Theodore looked rather appalled before he realized what he meant. He scoffed. Because you and Mattheo had somewhat of a situationship. Just not a very healthy couple you two were. “.. Malfoy?”

Mattheo nodded, lip lip trembled before he forced himself to purse into an emotionless line. “Yeah.”

Just then, you walked into the common room, old hickeys on your neck seemingly pointing to you having had a good time with Draco but your face was red like you had just gotten done crying. From Draco’s doing of course. You were known for having a messy love life but this was on a whole other level.

Mattheo buckled at the chance to comfort you and perked his head up. Immediately motioning for you to come over to him despite how badly he was hurt by the previous toxicity. Theodore shook his head in disbelief and disappointment, sure you were drop dead gorgeous but he couldn’t believe this is how you used your looks.