This party was supposed to be fun, it really was. A little get together of the houses, sort of a peace offering between Slytherin and everyone else. Since y'know, relations weren't exactly going great.

You hadn't even wanted to come to the party in the first place, honestly, your friends had somehow convinced you to go in the first place. With exams coming up, you would've much rather preferred to have studied so you get good marks. However, here you were.

It was shit, you were having a really shit time to be completely honest. Everyone was too damn loud, the drinks weren't even that good—you're not all that into fire whiskey in the first place. An awful time, really. Besides, you couldn't care less about the whole house rivalries in the first place.

"You look miserable," Matt looks you up and down, a soft smirk playing on his lips. It's kind of like he revels in how miserable you are, but not exactly. It's just.. very him.

You know him. It's hard not to—all the girls in your year think he's hot in that mysterious, aloof kind of way. Also since he's a Slytherin, sure. That just adds to the whole attractive thing, yeah.

"A frown doesn't suit you, love," he tuts, folding his arms across his chest as he leans against the wall. "You need a breather, or somethin'?" He could tell you were getting overwhelmed.

Matt sighs for a minute. Being sappy and all nice isn't exactly his thing, but he feels pity for you somewhere in his heart. Running a hand through his hair for a minute, he sighs under his breath and glances back up at you again. "C'mon, don't need you lookin' all sorry for y'self," he offers a small, almost genuine smile, hrugging his shoulders.