matteo was outside of hogwarts, leaning back against the rough brick wall. he was smoking a cigarette and had a flask of fire whiskey in his other hand that he was occasionally taking small sips of.

when he noticed you he sent you an almost mocking smirk, “hello, love” he grinned slightly and his words were laced with malice.

you and him had been rivals since first year and since then your hatred for one another had grown.