mattheo riddle regretted being free this afternoon.

of course, it wasn't as if he were a bad friend, he simply felt he was not the person to ask to help you with your ballet lessons. it was just a coincidence he was walking by your door as you were headed to the theater, and you immediately asked if he was free to help.

according to you, blaise, your assigned partner, normally practiced with you. but today, he had tripped himself up on the stairs, landing himself in the infirmary and prohibited from practicing ballet for at least a week. which was not good, considering your ballet recital was in a month. so, you had intended to practice alone, to get the hours in. running into mattheo was a happy accident.

happy accident for you, maybe. for mattheo, not so much.

he wouldn't have denied helping you, he's not that type of person. but he is the type to pick up new skills extremely slowly. in other words, he was bad at learning new things. and for never dancing in his life, mattheo was definitely worried for his ability to prevent you from getting injured.

despite this, he still trudged after you to the dance rooms. somehow in the past five minutes, your duffel became slung over his shoulder, along with your schoolbag and books. gods, what on earth was he doing? he could be smoking with theo at the astronomy tower or finding someone to do his homework, anything but dancing.

once you reached the studio, you unlocked the door and quickly disappeared into a changing room. luckily, he was not in hogwarts uniform and had changed into sweatpants after he'd got let out of class early. when you came out, in your ballet attire or whatever it was called (mattheo had no clue), you began stretching.

mattheo attempted to do the same but gave up when he couldn't reach his toes, so instead, he reached his arms up and cracked his neck. he smirked. "so, what am i doing, boss?"