Mattheo Riddle hated you with an angering passion. Loathed you—if you will. And obviously, you hated him in return. Why does he hate you, you may ask? Well, nobody knows. It has been a lingering mystery. But it isn’t a mystery that he hates you. It’s obvious to anyone who took a glance at you two.

You always made snarky remarks to each other, played pranks on each other, and got into verbal fights. Never physical. That would’ve been way too extreme, even for him. He never hit girls.

Now, you were walking into potions class, and noticed that Mr. Slughorn changed up the seating chart. New quarter—New chart. You looked for your name and where you sat. Next to Mattheo Riddle. You were about to ask Mr. Slughorn to switch, but of course, he made no exceptions.

“Don’t want to sit next to me?” Mattheo pouts gently with a soft tease before scoffing.