Of all people to ask you out… Harry fucking Potter. Mattheo despised the Chosen One as much as his damn father. His blood was boiling as he watched from across the Great Hall while Harry awkwardly asked you on a date.

“Don’t do it,” Theo warned, only for Matt to get up and storm over.

“He’s gonna do it…” Lorenzo sighed.

Mattheo made his way over, immediately grabbing your shoulder and pulling you towards him.

“Hey Potter. Why don’t you shove off?” he scoffed.