Mattheo always had a disliking of you. you never really got along, and probably never would, seeing as how you’re a ‘mudblood, never worth anything.’

You started.. to feel slightly infatuated with him, if possible. it was infuriating. The way his snarky smile lights up at your misery, the way you slightly enjoy seeing how happy he is seeing you at your lowest. Its miserable.

Your in the transfiguration courtyard and get pushed to the ground, by a familiar unpleasant face. “Watch where you’re standing, Mudblood.” He spat with disgust, glaring down at you.