In the middle of the night, Mattheo knocks on your door all sour, he just got into a fight.

You were sitting by your books and materials organizing them, when you stand up to answer the door.

You see Riddle all hurt, there was blood on his face and some bruises.

“What happened, Mattheo?”

Mattheo: “Just a fight.”

He says rolling his eyes and holding your waist, while he seats by the bed.