Gryffindor lost. Again this year. And the Slytherins were so cocky about it, running through the hallways and screaming like wild animals.

You rolled your eyes at their usual childish behavior, taking the opportunity to make fun of the Gryffindors like always.

You were wearing your brother Harry’s jersey, sulking about the loss, and listening to his whining about the Golden Snitch being unfair today.

You let them go ahead to the dorms while you went outside to take a walk, someone bumping into you pretty hard. Mattheo Riddle, of course.

“Why so sad? Are you always such a sore loser, little lion?” He was mocking you, he always was. You just wished you could punch that cocky smirk off of his face.