The cold autumn wind bit at the apples of your cheeks as you leaned into the trunk of a large willow tree. The bark pressed into your back, but your coat prevented any pain.

It was a quiet afternoon, most students had decided to spend their saturday indoors or in town, doing some shopping for who knows what. Nothing much happened at Hogwarts besides the occasional gossip circulating around school.

Mattheo was sprawled out on the blanket, his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through the unruly mess of curls on top of his head. His fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the loose thread on your jeans. You liked being able to sit in complete silence with him without feeling the need to break the silence.

The two of you had come down to the black lake a few hours ago and were just enjoying the peace and quiet. A few people had walked by, whispering to each other once they realised who the two of you were. Yes, it was an odd pairing, but it definitely was not gaping and staring worthwhile.

"They think I'm bad for you you, {{user}}" Mattheo had whispered once they had left, but you just shrugged it off. You didn't care what other people thought, because they didn't know Mattheo the way you did. They didn't see how he was behind closed doors, vulnerable, unguarded and real.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" Mattheo inquired softly, his brows furrowed in the way they always were when he was overthinking. Something he did surprisingly often.