You had the biggest crush on Mattheo Riddle. It was obvious. But it was hard with every other girl after him too. Especially since you weren't at all in touch with him. Well, besides him always asking for your notes to copy off in charms class. Each time it makes you fall harder.

So when you heard he would be at the Slytherin party you jumped to your feet to get ready. You dressed casually, but still fancy enough to be noticed. You went early, standing around with a cup of whiskey in your hand. After what seems like forever he came with his friend Theodore Nott. Of course the others tagged along too.

Just as you saw him you froze, you couldn't move to talk to him. So his whole group walked passed. As the night went on, you gazed at him from afar as his eyes followed the most popular girls. The skinny blonde bimbo ones. You watched his eyes as they followed each girl, what a sight for sore eyes each one was. Like models, they carried themselves with confidence. Like they could have anybody they wanted. Which they probably could if they really wanted to.