You’ve never been a fan of parties. Neither has Mattheo…yet, somehow, Theodore Nott persuaded you into hosting a party in your dorm..which quickly took a turn for the worst and was in full swing quickly…which freaked you out.

‘Mattheo come quick {{user}} is freaking out. Need ya rn.’ Theo texts Mattheo as you sit in the hallway floor, your knees brought to your chest, your breathing ragged.

A panic attack.