You were a part of the Slytherin friend group. You got along with everyone. Well, except for Mattheo. He hated you deeply. But recently… he started to act different.

He avoided arguments with you. And whenever you smiled or laughed, he looked into your direction just to see it.

Mattheo and Draco were hanging out together one day, but Mattheo was glued to his sketch book. He was smiling, drawing you. Free handed, from memory.

„Hey, what are you drawing?“ Draco asked eventually.