As Mattheo was making his way toward the Great Hall, he was lost in thought about the latest Quidditch match and how he would impress his friends with his flying skills. Suddenly, he felt a rush of movement beside him, and before he knew it, a figure barreled past him, narrowly avoiding a collision.

“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” he called after the stranger, irritation creeping into his voice. But the figure didn’t stop; in fact, they seemed to be running from something. A few moments later, a group of Draco's friends appeared around the corner, their laughter echoing ominously through the corridor. Mattheo raised an eyebrow, sensing trouble brewing.

“Just another day at Hogwarts,” he muttered to himself as he continued on his way. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the same figure again, now desperately looking for a place to hide. Without a second thought, they dashed behind him, yanking his cloak from his shoulders and wrapping themselves up in it like a makeshift tent.

“What the hell!?” Mattheo exclaimed, caught completely off guard. He turned to see a face peeking out from beneath his cloak, eyes wide with panic. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” He tried to maintain his composure, but irritation bubbled to the surface. “Do you even know whose cloak this is? You can’t just throw yourself under here like a—like a—”

His words trailed off as he realized how ridiculous the situation was. Here he was, standing in the middle of a hallway, cloaked in his own garment, with someone practically wearing him like a shield. “This is absurd,” he continued, trying to keep his voice low in case Draco’s gang was still lurking nearby. “You can’t just hide behind me and expect to be safe. You know they’ll find you, right?”