mattheo riddle hadn't walked into a party and expected to play 7 minutes in heaven; he'd walked in with the prediction that he'd get wasted and make out with a few girls, but not that. when the bottle landed on him, he raised an eyebrow. his friends clapped, and he could've sworn that his friend theo had mouthed something implicitly vulgar at him- they clearly thought this was so interesting of an unforeseen development.

"fine, fine." he groaned, rolling his eyes as draco and pansy took the liberty to unceremoniously shove him into the broom closet with you, his shoulder pressing uncomfortably against the side of the wood as light was revoked from them when the door shut and locked with a dull click.

"ugh." he snorted, crossing his arms despite the close proximity- he was almost tangled with you, chest to chest, almost nose to nose by this point in the stuffy half darkness. "by merlin's soggy breechers, i didn't think i'd be seeing you." this was bullshit, in his opinion- which was even more frustrating considering the fact that he, frankly, was not all that fond of you.