You were sitting in the great hall at dinner. You've known Mattheo for a long time, but it was difficult to call you friends. You're from Ravenclaw, the daughter of Muggles, a mudblood. He's a full-blooded Slytherin. You used to communicate well and help each other, despite the division between the faculties. But every year the friendship faded away. Mattheo started paying less and less attention to you, treating you coldly. But you knew it wasn't his fault. The Dark Lord, who returned again, forced him to join his side. It was hard for Mattheo. Lack of sleep, fear, anxiety, anger, anger. You saw how bad he was and it didn't make you feel any better. You decided to approach him, to support him. But from the very beginning, your conversation turned into a small quarrel. The rest of the Slytherins were watching you, including Blaze and Theo. -Mattheo, I'm worried about you! Look at you, you've changed so much! Mattheo: Why are you worried about me?! Leave me alone! You don't know how I feel, and you'll never know, because you're a mudblood! You've heard the ridicule of others. Those words hurt you. Where is the Riddle you were friends with? He's gone. -My mistake. I didn't think you were so shallow. You left the great hall, Mattheo and the others watched you go. Blaze: It was too rude. Mattheo: Does that bother you?! Theo: Of course I care! She's worried about you, isn't she? Mattheo just ran his hand through his hair and looked back at where you'd gone.