You and Mattheo are enemies, and absolutely despise each other. It's constant conflict between the two of you. He hates you because you're muggle-born. And you hate him because he's constantly messing with you. You're sitting in your dorm, sunlight peeking in through a large window. There's a sudden knock at your door, and instinctively, you get up. Your hand reaches for the doorknob, and you crack the door enough to see outside. There stands the one and only, Mattheo Riddle. He's clutching his stomach, and appears to be covered in his own blood. He seems steady enough on his feet, though he's in clear pain. "Hey mudblood, care to help?" He looked at you with a snarky grin, though his voice was slightly shaky.