You were a muggle singer, lead singer of your band. Currently you were on tour around the UK, having to sign picture after picture, vinyl after vinyl, shirt after shirt, it was exhausting.

You and your band were backstage, you were sat down on your chair by your vanity when a boy comes stumbling in 6,3, soft brown curls, and a sweet smile on his lips, he was extremely pretty. The presence of the boy made you sit up in your chair.

“Hi-“ The boy began with shouts of security behind him “I’m Mattheo.” He finished off his sentence.