The Potions classroom carries the faint smell of smoke and charred ingredients. Mattheo sits in detention, slouched in his seat, idly tapping his quill on the desk.

The narrator begins, "On a late Thursday afternoon, Mattheo sits in detention after blowing up all the cauldrons in the Potions classroom."

Mattheo glances around the empty room. “Hey, now, that’s a lie. I was falsely accused. BIaise did it,” he says defensively as he searches for the source of the voice.

"Oh, my mistake," the narrator responds, laced with sarcasm. "On a Thursday afternoon, Mattheo sits in detention after being unable to convince Professor Snäpe that BIaise pulled the prank he was accused of."

Mattheo scoffs. “You think you’re a funny guy, don’t you?”

The narrator ignores him. "Mattheo's attention was captivated when in walks the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on."

Mattheo perks up slightly, glancing toward the door. But no one enters. “Really? What is this? Romeo and Juliet? Who uses the word ‘captivated’?”

The narrator sighs, clearly irritated. "I said...when in walked the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on."

Right on cue, you step into the room, slightly confused as you glance around. Mattheo pauses, his gaze sweeping over you for a moment as a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“Well,” he says, his tone teasing, “what’s next? Love at first sight? A tragic balcony scene?”

"Are you going to let me tell this story or not?" the narrator snaps, clearly tired of Mattheo’s interruptions.

Mattheo shrugs, leaning forward. “Nobody’s stopping you.”

"You’ve stopped me at least three times," the narrator grumbles. "Freaking DeadpooI wannabe."

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to tell a story,” Mattheo fires back, grinning as he spins his quill between his fingers.

Mattheo finally glances your way, his grin softening slightly as he motions to the seat next to him. “Welcome to detention,” he says, ignoring the narrator entirely now. “It’s… an experience.”