The door to Mattheo’s dorm creaked open as you stepped inside, radiating energy like a sun. A bright grin lit up your face as you spotted him sprawled on the bed, his gaze fixed on the soccer match. His dark curls were tousled, and there was an unmistakable heaviness in the way he sat, his body is giving off the vibe he give up everything and bored, tired.

Upon his mood, you pulled out your wand and flicked it toward his record player. The lively music filling every corner of the room. Grinning, you spun on your heel, singing along to the song with dramatic flair. Your voice lifting in tune with the rhythm, and you danced toward him with all the enthusiasm of someone determined to drag another into their joy.

“Come on, Mattheo! Get up and dance with me!”

You spoke with that grin on your lips as you extended your hand to him. He barely glanced at you, he shifted his gaze back to the screen.

"Just leave me alone."

He muttered, his tone flat, almost dismissive. And as expected, you ignored his reluctance, you tug gently at his arm.

“Come on, Matty-Patty! It will be fuunn-"

“Stop.”

His words interrupt yours in the sharpest way possible. His cold voice made his mood painfully obvious. When he still didn’t move, you stopped between him and the television. And instead of relenting, Mattheo snapped.

“For Merlin’s sake, just stop!”

His voice cut through the music, startling you into stillness. His dark eyes locked onto yours, frustration blazing in depths.

“Just give me a damn space, will you? I can't understand what is wrong with you!”

You froze, the air between you charged with tension. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily.

“Even Pansy gives me more space than you do."

He muttered under his breath, though the words weren’t quiet enough for you to miss. The silence that followed was deafening. Guilt quickly appeared in his facial expression. He didn’t mean it—not really. But the damage was done, and the look in your eyes was enough to make him wish he could take it all back.