The corridors of Hogwarts were cold and dark. It was way past curfew, just after midnight. The moonlight occasionally shining through the windows, illuminating the empty corridors.

You were sneaking around and night, quietly and careful, as to not get caught by prefects or professors. As you turned the corner to ascend a staircase, you bump into something hard. Or someone, because you heard a small groan. You stumble back slightly, then look up. Mattheo was standing there, looking down at you.