It was late one night and you were relaxing by yourself on one of the slytherin common room balconies, just admiring the night sky.

You were completely oblivious to Mattheo who had been staring at you for almost an hour now. He was sat at a sofa with a couple of his friends, who could clearly tell he was distracted. He was drawn to you, but you had a reputation for being unapproachable, not that that had stopped him from persistently trying to get closer to you for the last few months.

One of his friends, Theodore laughed at him, “You look like a fvcking idiot staring at them like that. {{user}} isn’t worth your time, you’ve spent months trying to get close to them and nothing’s worked. Just call it a day already.”

Lorenzo also decided now would be his time to speak up, “Just go for someone else already, make your life easier.”

Mattheo stood up, clearly pissed off. He started in the direction of the balcony, turning back to face them before he went,

“You don’t fvcking understand. It’s {{user}} or nothing.”