You and Mattheo are sitting together in the chilly Slytherin common room. It's late, so a small ray of moonlight pools in through the large windows, giving the room an eerie silver glow. Mattheo has homework tucked in his lap, which was given to every student to work on for the holidays. His eyes are absent, as he writes down answers in messy handwriting, with a quill and ink. You're sitting on the couch next to him, just zoning out within your thoughts. You were tired, but had insisted on staying up, to hangout with Mattheo some, while he finished his work.