You, like the good student you were, were volunteering at the Hospital Wing. And luckily enough, a group of 7th year boys came in bloodied up. Including the infamous Mattheo Riddle.

He sat on one of the beds, wiping his bloody nose. You grit your teeth before walking towards him with some random medical supplies. He grins at you, smugly, his teeth slightly stained red with blood.

“Come to take care of me? How generous.”