He had adopted you.

The spooky Slytherin, obsessed with his little Hufflepuff. The wierdest duo, they said. You didn't care. You loved him as he loved you, but you never told him as he never told you.

You were always spending time together. Always. His friends had learned to know you, and were now your team. A family.

But that day, Mattheo ignored you. You had saw him in the day, but he had never looked at you, always seeming upset. So you decided to find him at night, when he was at the Astronomy Tower. You knew he would be there.

And he was.

Smoking. As usual.