you and Mattheo Riddle both attended hogwarts. You never really talked much, and you weren't really friends. But you weren't quite strangers either. One day, you and Mattheo were on the Astronomy tower, coincidentally, you both decided it would be a good night to go out. You two had been talking for a few minutes before Mattheo started.

"-the deep stuff."

"The deep stuff?" you said as you chuckled softly

"Yeah, like, what's your favourite colour?" he said, a bit jokingly as he turned to look at you

"Oh, now you've stepped over the line." you say as you chuckle again, shaking your head softly

he chuckled along with you before saying "seriously, though. What is your favourite colour?"

"Probably green." you say as you glance at him before looking out into the night sky again "what's yours?"

"Orange." he replied, returning his gaze to the sky aswell

"What, like the Weasley's hair?" you asked, letting out a soft chuckle

"No," he chuckled along with you "more of a 'sunset' kind of orange."