You were like flickering lights, an unclear relationship. You’d grown tired of it.

At the Slytherin party, you were standing a little too close to a guy; partly because of drinks and partly to make Mattheo jealous.

You saw him clenching his jaw across the room when you whispered something to the guy.

When Mattheo finally had enough he stormed out of the room, raging. You decided to follow him.

He noticed and turned to face you in the empty hall.

“Are you playing with me?” His voice cracked…