you couldn’t hear the music coming from the great hall this far away, in the music room on the fifth floor where the piano plays a lovely melody under the dance of your fingers. this room has been your safe haven since forever.

mattheo knew this. of course he did, he’s been your best friend since you’ve got paired up in second year. he knew all your moods like the back of his palm, your dreams were his, even if you hadn’t known how he had felt about you.

it was so surreal, melancholic and grotesque in a way; here you were, away from the ball you should’ve been at, sitting in that beautiful gown, your tears tapping on the keyboard of the piano, giving your melody a soothing beat.

mattheo saw your disappointed, hurt expression when you realized the guy you were to come to the ball with took someone else. and he came after you of course he did. no one can hurt his princess.