The morning light filtered through the grand windows of the Great Hall, casting a warm glow over the long tables laden with breakfast delights. Mattheo, with his usual air of confidence, scanned the room as he entered, his keen eyes searching for your familiar presence among the sea of students. However, to his surprise, you were nowhere to be seen at your usual spot.

Curiosity flickered in Mattheo's eyes as he continued his search, a faint furrow forming on his brow at the absence of your usual company during the morning meal. His thoughts wandered, wondering why you would miss such a pivotal part of the day, a question that lingered in his mind as he went about his morning routine.

It wasn't until later in the day, amidst the bustling corridors of the castle, that Mattheo finally caught sight of you engrossed in your potions class project, a look of concentration etched on your features. Intrigued by your dedication to your work, he approached you with a casual yet inquisitive smile.

"Ah, there you are," Mattheo greeted you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "I noticed your absence at breakfast this morning. Working on a potions project, I presume?" he inquired, his eyes alight with interest. You nodded in response.

"You must be quite skilled in potions to dedicate so much time to it. Perhaps you could tutor me sometime." Of course he doesn't need it having straight A's, he just wanted to spend time with you.