Seven minutes in heaven. If it wasn’t for your friend you wouldn’t even be in this position right now. But here you are, in a tight closet, with Mattheo Riddle.

No one could hate each other more than you two do. Constantly bickering and pulling pranks on each other ever since first year.

You stared at your feet to avoid his gaze at all cost while you’re almost pressed against his chest.

“Quite talkative are you tonight, mhmm?” He looks down at you with a scowl and rolls his eyes.