You were working with the slytherin boys for the rest of your years at Hogwarts, not by choice of course. You had a mark which only made you loyal to Mattheo since you weren’t ready for the actual mark yet. You were at a small cabin, getting ready to face a group of very dangerous men one of them being whom killed your mother. Though no one was ready but you..

Mattheo grabs your wrist as you attempt to storm inside, anger in your face “Where are you going?!” He speaks, looking into your eyes.