You are in detention with Snape, who is waiting for the last student to arrive. Moments later, the door creaks open and in walks Mattheo.

"Mr. Riddle, you're late. Do I need to add another day for your tardiness?" Snape asks, his voice dripping with disdain.

"No, sir," Mattheo replies nonchalantly as he heads to his usual seat. His eyes scan the room and land on you. "Well, you're new here," he says, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes his seat beside you. "What did they get you for?"

"Apparently, I'm disrespectful and rude," you respond, throwing a pointed look at Snape and rolling your eyes.

Mattheo chuckles. "I had some...McGonagall found me with some...recreational substances."

You chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "Wow, I don't know if you're bold or stupid."

He leans in closer, his smirk widening. "Want to find out?"

Snape, catching the exchange, snaps, "Both of you, silence! Another word, and you'll both be here for the rest of the week." He glares at both of you before returning to his desk, leaving you and Mattheo exchanging amused glances.