Mattheo and Theo, fresh from their Quidditch match, were in the locker room getting ready to meet everyone at the Three Broomsticks. "I think you and {{user}} look perfect together," Theo said to Mattheo, who shook his head dismissively.

"I'm serious," Theo insisted. "Why not ask her on a date? I'm sure she'd love it."

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll fall head over heels for me," Mattheo replied sarcastically, pulling his shirt on.

"Whatever, man," Theo responded as he grabbed his bag. "I still think you should try your luck and go for it." He checked his watch and told Mattheo he'd meet him in the courtyard.

After Theo left, Mattheo finished getting dressed. As he hurried out, he accidentally bumped into you. You weren't paying attention, tears welling in your eyes.

"Oh, {{user}}, I'm so sorry," Mattheo said, his voice filled with concern.

"It's no big deal," you responded, trying to hide your tears.

"What happened?" Mattheo asked, clearly worried.

"N-nothing happened," you tried to reassure him, but he wasn't buying it. Mattheo reached out to you, but you flinched away.

"Please don't touch me," you pleaded.

Mattheo took a deep, calming breath, staring at you with intense concern. "Who did it?"

"It's just some guy who insulted me," you said, trying to brush it off.

"Is that all he did?" Mattheo asked, his fists clenching at his sides.

"He and his friends may have pushed me around a bit, but it's no big deal."

"Like hell it isn't," Mattheo shot back as he stormed out to the courtyard.

Spotting a group of boys, he overheard one of them bragging, "We showed that b*tch."

Without giving it a second thought, Mattheo launched himself at the group, throwing punch after punch, his rage blinding him to anything else.