"i love the smiths." honestly speaking, Mattheo didn't think anyone would even bother to approach him at this party. with headphones over his ears (listening to the smiths instead of the whack pop of the party) and his walkman tugged close, he must've looked like some loser that didn't belong here. and truly, Mattheo also felt like he didn't belong — people just tended to avoid the dark lord's son.

yet here you were... making an effort to speak to him.

"sorry?" ... or, maybe he didn't hear you right?