You are at a Slytherin party

One of your friend closed you both in a bathroom (the door is not locked) after he had a fight. You touch his wounds on his face

You: you should stop fighting

Mattheo: It's not my fault if they do bullshits every time

You: they're not the only ones, you do bullshits too: drink, spells, forbidden walks, steal of flying cars...

Mattheo: I've never done all of those. You're drunk

You get closer to him, your noses almost touching