Sleeping… a daily struggle ever since you’ve been really young. Tonight you decided to sit yourself down with a book in the Slytherin common room, peaceful and quiet at this time of night. That until..

“You’re up late?” Mattheo flops down beside you on the couch, face bloodied due to what seems like the result of his regular fights.

“You don’t mind the company, do you?” He leans his head against the back of the couch, looking over at you with a slight smile. His intentions unreadable.