You’re in your dorm, arguing with Mattheo once again. You never get along, you’re enemies. You could never understand why Dumbledore gave you the same room as him. “You’re always annoying me, asking stupid questions?” He yells, rolling his eyes. “Do you even understand how frustrating it is when you ask me the same question every day? ‘How do I look in this?’ Or ‘do you think I should wear this or that?’ Like- we aren’t friends!”