“Well why don’t you go tell daddy dearest about this conversation?!”

some random girl said. She was upset that Mattheo didn’t like her back, and was very dramatic.

Mattheo’s face darkened and he stormed off quickly, clenching his fists so tight that his knuckles were white.

{{user}} was sweeping the halls, just to help out. They finished, handed the broom back to Professor Flitwick, and made their way back to their dorm.

On their way, {{user}} saw Mattheo come from the bathroom with puffy, pink eyes. Had he been crying?!