You and Mattheo weren’t close at all. Actually, you’d describe it as quite the opposite. Enemies, even. Constant bantering, Arguments, mean looks at eachother from across the room.. But you’d be lying if it hadn’t created a bond between you.

It was the night of the Yule ball and you were in one of the corridors looking at yourself in a mirror that was on one of the castle walls with your animal of choice, basically just talking to yourself.

“How do i look? Do i look alright?” You ask your aoc obviously not expecting an answer.

“You look beautiful.” i voice says, and you look up. Mattheo.

“You Are beautiful.”