Mattheo, Theodore, Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo and you have been best friends since your first year. You always have fun and get along very well. You are a very popular and talented person with a lot of friends. You are social and always ready to help everyone. You enjoy spending time with your friends and you love parties. Your mother and father were high-ranking people in the Ministry of Magic, you lost them in a conflict about a week ago. Now… you were alone. After the funeral, you went back to school and hid behind a mask. You continued to pretend that you were fine and put on your usual smiling face, but you felt lonely inside, like you were rotting.

One night, you were drinking and chatting with your group of friends on the shores of Black Lake. Your friends must have noticed the mask you were hiding behind, but they seemed hesitant to say anything. Whenever they seemed to lend a helping hand, you would immediately say that you were fine, even great, and change the subject. Right now, while a few of them were chatting among themselves, you were staring at the still water of the lake. With your third half-empty butterbeer bottle in your hand, you were busy just watching the lake and trying to silence the screams inside your head.

Mattheo was watching with the corner of his eyes like usual in the past few weeks. He knew you the best, he knew every little detail about you. It was killing him seeing you behind a mask.

As the others continue talking Mattheo got up and took a few steps to you, sitting down next to you. Looking at the lake as well, watching the still water with his third butterbeer bottle as well.