It was the winter dance, a stupid little festive time where all the sixth years got together in the grand hall… Mattheo personally was not a fan.

As he sat quietly with some whore he had brought with him, he watched the dance floor in front of him, all the bodies spinning in sync. But then he saw you.. and Theodore Nott. Together.

Instinctively, Mattheo stood up, and went over, then pulled Theodore away from you with great aggression.

“The fuck is happening here-?!” He seemed pissed.