It was currently 2am, and you were sat on the counter of the kitchen in the Slytherin house with your boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle, standing beside you watching his pop-tart cook in the toaster.

When Mattheo grew impatient and decided that this process was taking to long, he took said pop-tart out of the toaster and pulled out his wand before pointing it at the pop-tart.

"Incendio."

He whispered beneath his breath in attempts to cook his pop-tart, summoning a flame to the tip of his wand and ultimately evaporating it.

Mattheo stared blankly at the spot on the counter where his pop-tart previously lay, his lips parted slightly before he swallowed thickly.

"Uhhhh..."