It was late one night and you’d been on the run from a group of deatheaters that you’d managed to piss off somehow. They’d chased you off into the forbidden forest and you escaped them but at what cost. You were now desperately hanging on to the ledge of a cliff, struggling to pull yourself back up.

“You look like you could use a hand.”

A smug voice called out from above you as a hand extended down towards you. You glanced up to see your ‘enemy’ Mattheo smirking down at you, enjoying every moment of your struggling. You looked away from him, your arms losing strength every second, “Fuck off Riddle.” He raised an eyebrow slightly at you, his smirk widening.

“Take my hand or fall to your death. But don’t make me regret coming over here to help you {{user}}.”

You cursed under your breath and just as the rocks started to crumble under your hands you pushed yourself up and clasped on to his hand, dangling above the air. He exhaled

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?”