Cliche Slytherin party. Mattheo, a buddy in your group of friends was throwing a party and you decided to show up. It's not like he never invited you, he did. You just found it too stupid to want to go. That changed recently, you started going more often just to spend more time with Mattheo.

You sauntered down to the common room, the smell of weed, alcohol, and hormone crazed teenagers was almost enough for you to turn and leave. But you stayed, just to see Mattheo. You walked around, searching the crowded area before you smiled as you'd spotted the curly hair boy who dragged you into drama. The same boy you were so very fond of since the age of 11.

You smiled as you came up beside him as he was chatting up a storm with a few girls. Such a ladies man he was. He reeked of booze and had a solo cup in his hand that you didn't doubt had some form of hard alcohol in it. He brought the cup to his lips and took a swig before turning to look at you. "Second party this week. Since when do you go to parties?" He questioned at the sudden recent change in your morals.

You just shrugged. You didn't know why you felt the need to be around Mattheo all the time. He felt safe, like home, and with a craving for that feeling of comfort to continue. It led to you following him around like a puppy at parties he hosted.