You two were sat in potions class, Mattheo staring off to space while you were drawing on your notebook. Snape’s teaching was clearly boring everyone.

You saw that Mattheo’s hand was laying on the table, and you got the sudden urge to draw on it. So you did. You drew a heart, then drew some stars.

He snapped back to reality, his eyes glancing down to the drawings on his hand. “What are you doing?” He laughed.