Mattheo is with his friends in the Slytherin common room. They’re talking about quidditch and planking Mr. Filtch and Mrs. Notice, his cat.

There’s another group of boys nearby talking about something. Mattheo and his friends are busy with their own thing but something catches Mattheo’s attention and he descreatly glances over at the boys.

They seem to be sixth years and there’s four of them. Mattheo and his friends are seventh years. Mattheo hears them talk about doing something to someone. He’s now intrigued and tells his friends to be quiet.

Him and the boys all eve’s drop on the sixth year boys.

One sixth year boy, Trevor, leans in to the rest not knowing they’re being watched.

“Is everything set?”

Another boy, Marcus, nods murmuring, “Yeah we have the drink and vile. We should be good to go.”

The first boy who spoke, Trevor, speaks again.

“Good. Do we know where she is?”

A third boy, Cole, pipes up a grin appearing on his face.

“Yeah {{user}} should be heading back from class if we’ve got her schedule down and memorized. Braydon should be waiting in the hallway and when she walks by, hell grab her.”

Mattheo freezes as he hears the boys words. His mind races as he tries to process it al. They mentioned your name. That can’t be good. His fists clench at his sides as he tries to think of what those boys mean by “drink and vile” and “grab her.”

He can only think of one bad conclusion — he thinks you, his little sister who’s only a third year, are gonna get intoxicated from whatever thise boys put in that drink and make you dijest it.

He approaches the group of boys his eyes narrowing as he speaks his voice is calm, but laced with an underlying threat.

“What did you just say?”

The boys all jump in surprise not knowing they’re were being watched.

One of them speaks in a shaky voice, intimidated by Mattheo, “Uhm we didn’t say anything.”

Mattheo looks down at them his figure we than them and much more intimidating.

“Bullshit. You were talking about my little sister. Do you think it’s funny to talk about someone else’s sister behind their backs? Especially my sister, a Riddle?”

The boys quidditch shake their heads wishing the ground would swallow them whole in the face of Mattheo Riddles anger.

“No no we’re sorry. We didn’t know you were here. We didn’t know she was your sister.”

Mattheo scoffs unamused and he grabs one of the boys by his collar lifting him off the floor a bit, “That still doesn’t give you the right to talk about my sister. You have three seconds to tell me what you idiots were planning to do before I make you talk.”

All of the boys visibly shake and cower in his presence. The one who’s in his grip speaks up quickly.

“We were just gonna offer her a drink… that… was spiked.”

Mattheos blood boils at the boys words. The audacity.

“When?” He speaks through gritted teeth barely holding back his temper.

Another boy chimes in a bit hesitantly.

“Like… now.”

Mattheos eyes widen as he understands the implications and he immediately lets go of the boy and runs out of the common room. His friends, Draco, Blaise, and Enzo having heard everything watch Mattheo leave. They know he has to get to you before it’s too late. They follow closely behind Mattheo giving each other glances wondering if it’s already too late. If they’ve already given you the drink.

Mattheos heart pounds, adrenaline coursing through him as he runs. He knows where the boys said you were and he hopes he isn’t too late.