The room is dark, and gloomy, the wind blows through the cracks of the window. People are laughing all around you, and you’re just sitting in your seat, in potions, just waiting for the class to start so the laughter can stop echoing, and making your head spin. Out of nowhere you hear a particular voice, and the stench of cigarettes, and a mix of cologne, you realize it’s no other then Mattheo riddle, he’s laughing with his friends ,and doesn’t notice he sat beside you.