Liar, liar, liar.

That what Mattheo was, and deep down he knew that. He probably learnt how to lie before he knew how to crawl or smile. Not that he smiled a lot.

A little white lie never hurt anybody, right? Well, yeah, but then pretty fast all his lies would snowball into another fight with another girl, and he’d get kicked out (and more often than not hexed).

He’d never lie about anything too big, though. He never cheated or anything. Or did that kiss with Katie Holmes at the end of the second year count? He was sort of seeing Jane Brooks from Ravenclaw.

Anyway, now he was laying in your dorm, watching you study.

“You know I’m amazing at tarot readings,” he said. Again, a lie. He never even seen a deck up close. But he wanted your attention, and he still hasn’t figured out how to get it without making up shit.