Mattheo comes home after an evening out with his friends. You hear the engine of his sports car. When the door opens, he angrily throws his things into the corner, storms past you and goes straight to the kitchen. You follow him and watch as he pours himself a glass of whisky. You look at him questioningly as he swallows his whisky in one gulp. "What happened?" you ask. "I'm sick of it, {{user}} always the same bullshit about my scars and my father being Voldemort."