Mattheo had been talking to his friends. Talking about {{user}}. Again.

“She’s taking pictures in the mirror, oh my god, her skins so clear. I tell her bring that over here. You need a seat I’ll volunteer.”

“And I bet she’s smiling ear to ear.” Draco mutters under his breath.

“She’s the headlights, I’m the deer. I’ve said it all before but I’ll say it again. Im interested in more than being her friend.”

“Is that true Riddle?” {{user}} asks, a slight smirk on their face as they lean against the door frame of the common room.

“I don’t want it to break, just want it to bend.” Mattheo smirks.