Mattheo Riddle leaned casually against the window frame in your Hogwarts dormitory, watching you with an air of nonchalance as you bustled about, preparing for your date. He'd agreed to accompany you to Hogsmeade earlier, a forced grin on his face that masked the pang of jealousy bubbling beneath the surface. You looked stunning, as always, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret that it wasn't him you were going out with tonight.

"So, who's the lucky bloke today, huh?" Mattheo drawled, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his well-worn jeans, his mischievous eyes studying your reaction keenly.

You shot him a knowing look over your shoulder, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. "Just a friend, Mattheo. Don't get your wand in a twist."

He scoffed, pushing himself off the wall and sauntering closer, his gaze lingering on your reflection in the mirror. "Right, just a friend. I'm sure he's a real charmer," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness that you were keen enough to catch.