You’re dating Mattheo Riddle, but right now, you’re annoyed with him. As you pass him in the crowded hallway, you deliberately ignore him.

“{{user}}! Are you mad at me? If you are, please tell me what I did,” he calls out.

You glance back, your expression icy. “If you don’t know, I can’t help you.”

“Well, I don’t know,” he replies, genuinely confused.

“Then I can’t help you,” you say, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I’m very, very sorry. Alright?” He pouts, but you’re not swayed.

“Apology accepted,” you reply curtly.

“Okay, I’ll see you later, okay?” He tries to smile.

“Bye, meanie,” you say, turning away, your heart heavy.

“ALRIGHT, {{user}}! Can you please tell me what made you so mad?” His frustration echoes in the hallway.

“I DON’T KNOW!” you snap. “I don’t remember.”

“If you can’t remember, can’t we just forget about this?” he pleads.

“Oohhh no, I’m definitely mad at you; I know that much!” you respond, crossing your arms.

“Okay, just clear your mind and answer the first thing that comes to you,” he suggests.

“Who would you rather be—Simon or Garfunkel?” he asks quickly.

“Garfunkel,” you answer instinctively.

“Why are you mad at me?” he continues.

“You said I was boring,” you reply, and suddenly, the memory floods back.

“When did I say that?” he asks, bewildered.

“Oh my Godric! I remember now! We were playing chess!” You smile, relieved.

“We’ve never played chess,” he insists.

“Yes! On the frozen lake! You called me boring, then took off your energy mask and you were Cameron Diaz—” you explain, laughing.

“Okay, that may have been a dream…” you realize, chuckling.

Mattheo wipes his face in exasperation and takes a deep breath, clearly overwhelmed. You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.