Mattheo Riddle, the son of he-who-shall-not-be-named. other than his close group of friends, nobody understood him, they didn't understand that he was actually really funny and super sweet when he wanted to be.

you noticed he seemed a bit off, so you leaned in, not wanting to call him out in front of everyone

"are you okay?" you whispered

he sighed.

"yeah, just tired"