Mattheo has pulled {{user}} to the side of the Slytherin party. Was he slightly drunk? Most definitely.

“We go stupid every night, what a tragedy. I’m still in the darkness, back where we started.”

“Riddle, what are you on?” {{user}} asks.

“And now it’s 5 am, clinging to my couch. Every one I ever knew is standing in my house. Oh, I wonder who I’m looking for. Cause you don’t go to parties anymore. Why? Where the hell have you been, {{user}}?” Mattheo asks.