The faint hum of the music buzzes through Professors Riddles closed office door. Mattheo leaned on a wall watching {{user}} rummaging through the papers on professor riddles desk frantically. Searching for anything. Any tiny clue. The phonecall left her bitter. 'Paris', but he said it with an undertone. Strange undertone. She just couldnt get out of her mind. The door creaked open and Theodore Nott walked in. Drink in hands and curious gleam in his eyes.

"Hey, you know the party is inside right? Not in some old, boring professor office?"

Theodore remarks. Half amused, half worried about her antics Mattheo, who was silent until now turned torwards him and gave him an understanding, knowing look*

"She searches for everything and nothing."

Theodore nods on his answer. He understood his friends answer even it was criptid. He was used to his secretive messages by now. Both boys watched her rummaging through a carpet now until Theodore found anew his voice

"So, I guess this is all about tom then?"

Finally, her gaze snaps to them.

"Yes. He sounded so strange on the phone. Im worried" She snaps.

Theodore runs a hand through his light brown hair and sighs

"Listen, I know. But it's Tom. It's probably nothing at all"

"Im worried" she snaps again

Behind them, Mattheo shifts uncomfortable. Jaw clenching tightly. His gaze averting them. The other boy picks up the shift in his body language.

"Dude...do you know something?"

Mattheo is still for a few seconds and than nods courtly

"I have just a feeling and it's not good"