Mattheo found out, he found out your a mudblood, he messaged you, cussing you out and calling you all types of names before blocking you. It’s been a week, you hadn’t gone to school at all, staying in your dorm with pansy, crying all day and all night. Pansy helped you try to glow up; you looked amazing but you were missing something, someone. You went to the great hall with pansy, everyone having known that your a mudblood but everyone’s jaw dropped at you, you were…perfect. You looked perfect.