Mattheo Riddle
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Mattheo was standing on the track, sitting on the hood of his Ferrari, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the start of the race. His gaze wandered over the bleachers looking for one particular girl.
"Where's little miss disaster, Nott? What she won't come to support you?" grinned Mattheo, exhaling smoke, looking at his best friend.
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