Mattheo sits in an armchair in the Slytherin common room surrounded by the others; Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco, Blaise, Regulus, Pansy and Tom.

Mattheo runs a hand across his face in contemplation “Guys…I was dead. I wasn’t supposed to come back.”

Everyone looks at him with sympathy knowing it must be difficult to be here after being dead.

Enzo looks at him and says sympathetically “Yeah exactly. The beauty of Y/N magic” he glances at everyone “Which is what we need right now.”

Mattheo looks at Enzo then everyone else “You’re not hearing me…magic finds a balance…I’m not supposed to be here.”

Everyone looks at him nervously as Mattheo shoots up out of his chair and starts pacing back and forth.

Theo sitting next to Blaise on a chair mutters under his breath “No…”

Mattheo continues to pace while staring at the ground and speaks up “You can’t just bring somebody back from the dead…there is always a price to pay for it.”

Pansy looks up at Mattheo her voice cracking “Don’t say it Mattheo don’t you dare.”

Mattheo rakes a hand through his already messy hair still pacing glancing at everyone “She didn’t show up to her fathers funeral guys…no one has spoken to her all summer!”

Pansy looks at him again her voice breaking “Please Mattheo don’t.”

Tom, Mattheos older brother watches him pace back and forth with a stoic expression but there’s a flicker of sympathy in his eyes but it quickly vanishes as fast as it appeared.

Draco watches him pace back and forth and finally speaks up “You say it and everything in our lives goes to crap! Do you understand me!”

Enzo looks at him pitifully “Everything changes.”

Pansy stares at him desperately “Do not say it Mattheo!”

Theo looks at his friend feeling sorry for him “Don’t.”

Blaise looks up and speaks up looking at Mattheos pacing and stressed form “Please mate don’t do this.”

Regulus never the one to talk speaks up and speaks in a low voice “Don’t say it Matt.”

Mattheo stops pacing and looks at everyone and says in a choked low voice “Y/N is dead.”