you’re walking outside the castle when you notice mattheo and some gryffindor in a physical fight with multiple students watching and encouraging it.

after grimacing when no one stops the fight, you march up to the both of them and stand in between them. “what the hell is going on? mattheo?” you ask with confusion and concern, turning to mattheo in question.

his gaze softens slightly. “hey, pretty girl.” he says with a smirk, before his face hardens as he looks back at the gryffindor boy.