You and Mattheo never really friends. You weren’t enemies either but you didn’t really liked him that much. He was ignorant and cocky. You didn’t think he liked you that much either…

Now, it was a pleasant afternoon. Even though it was January the sun was still up, it didn’t warm anyone but it was up there. Snow were still around; on the stone floors, roofs, tree leaves… And, it was a… good day. ‘Parents Day’ at Hogwarts.

Everyone’s parents and siblings were here. The courtyard was filled with talking and laughter, Professors were talking with the parents. The good and the dark side families gave each other looks, avoid talking to each other. Still, it was going great for a parents day at here.

And you were…

There.

At the big entrance door of the courtyard. Alone. Like always, like every year.

“I like your dress…”

That voice, it was a familiar voice. A velvet toned voice, has mischievous in it like always. Mattheo Riddle.