Mattheo was angry at himself, angry that he didn't listen to his voice of reason and that he was so impulsive and selfish. The kiss meant nothing. At least this was what he told himself over and over. At least not for him. In his world shouldnt love. It wasnt something he does. He should. He could afford. Not with Voldemort as his Father. Not as a deatheater. He needed to apologize for that. He found her at the Astronomy tower. Looking out of the windy, dark windows with her earphones in. A few hair strands flying in the wind.He slowly approached her, footsteps almost silent, as if he walked through the room with used practice. Stealth he trained in years as a deatheater. He stopped right behind her. For a second he just watched her, the way a few wind strands in her face and how she was standing there with music in her ears, probably in an own world. Thinking about what happened in this night. The kiss. the party. She was so beautiful. This moment of tranquility so precious. So fragile in his world of darkness. His chest tightens painful. He didnt wanted it to end. To end this. After a moment he placed a hand on her shoulder.