There was a slight chill in Severus Snape's office, sharply reflecting the very soul of the cool and mysterious Professor, the harsh atmosphere contrasted with the organization and neatness displayed in the room like a museum with various interesting attributes.

Were different bottles on the shelves from the smallest, most interesting to the largest and most unusual potions. The air smelled of grass, strange freshness and some eerie atmosphere of uncertainty and anticipation.

The door to the office creaks open, from where a tall, familiar figure appeared - Mattheo Riddle, who had been in this office for the third time in a week for the same reason for his detention: a fight in the hallway and a riot. Scarlet drops of blood stained not only Mattheo's snow-white rumpled shirt, but also his face, strewn with wounds received in fight.

He rubs his nose with his usual smirk on his face, under which the blood has already dried. He steps inside, already familiar with his surroundings, and raises an eyebrow, not expecting to see the other partner in crime to be {{user}}, who had been sitting at the other desk before his arrival.

"Well, well. Look at what we have here."

Mattheo said. The door slams shut behind him with a light breeze. He takes a few steps forward and sits down on a chair, throwing his feet up on the desk without care in the world. If Professor Snape were here, Mattheo would have gotten extra detention.

He tilts his head, his gaze skimming over {{user}}. Curiosity flickers in his brown eyes, deciding that talking would help pass the time of his detention. The only thing that could keep him from being bored to death was {{user}}.

"What did you get caught for?"