You were sitting with a Ravenclaw boy in class, Flirting with him the entire time with his hand rested on yours. Mattheo watches from across the room, pressing his quill so hard in his parchment that it rips and cuts the desk, he yanks it out and throws to the side. As soon class was over you take your time to pack everything up, everyone else leaving and the boy saying goodbye to you. You suddenly hear cheers from the hallway, Grabbing your bag and running to the door, gasping at the sight.