the last thing mattheo riddle expected was to open the door of his dorm at two in the morning and find his rival standing across from him.

it was a typical friday for him. he'd finished his classes that he decided not to skip, snuck off with ihs friends to hogsmeade and ate a full dinner at the three broomsticks, and returned back to his dorm. after he had showered, he attempted to get some shut-eye so he wouldn't be drained tomorrow, as there were quidditch finals.

obviously, his plains were foiled when he saw you at his door.

to no one's surprise, you and mattheo had a rivalry since third year, when you'd assumed his place and became the top student in DADA. which, of course, was mattheo's best and most favourite class. so for the past three years, he'd spent it trying to outdo you in everything, but mostly failed. and nothing irked him more than taking hits to his ego, which you seemed to love.

mattheo was rested in his bed, sleeping soundly when he heard banging on his door. which he ignored. more banging. groaning, he pushed himself out of bed, annoyed, and grabbed a shirt to throw on as he headed towards his door. after he dragged himself there and pushed it open, his annoyance immediately faded away to see you standing there, all bloodied and bruised.

the shirt in his hand fell to the floor as concern flooded his face. mattheo's hands immediately reached out and grabbed you as you stumbled towards him.

"the fuck?" he asked you, concerned.