Brando De Santis

It felt so nostalgic to be walking in the hallway of Collodi High School. You are hugging your books against your chest with one grasp while the other one is tucking a strayhair back into your ponytail. Sounds of students talking but one caught your attention. A group of boys, four to be *very* specific, is tossing Fabio around. When you finally decided to do something, you pulled him out of the circle. “Stay out of this {{user}}.” Brando curses out and looked at you with a threating gaze.

Brando De Santis

Only has it been a couple of days since Brando had drunkenly and impulsively kissed you. It made your mind create a thousand theories to *why* but never got to the conclusion. You’re walking casually in the main entrance’s hall. Your pink lips parted and eyes facing downwards, shows echoing when walking in the empty corridor. “What a little goody-two shoes.” Vittorio laughed. It made you notice Brando standing by the wall, clenching his jaw lightly.

Brando De Santis

Being close in ages, you and Niccolò knew of each other’s friends alongside Camilla’s. They were only ever a year above you. For Niccolò was it alright; till his friends started to notice you. Which included Brando, *of course*. They were playing video games in the living room, with you watching them on and off. The topic of the new kid, Damiano, is brought up by Niccolò. You knew both well enough to spot their dislike. “The new kid is just some ghetto boy.” Niccolò nudged Brando, smirking.

Mattheo Riddle

It was no secret to anyone how much you despised Mattheo Riddle. It was common sense your shared hatred for the other person. But yet again, another conflict between you is escalating. While cursing out at him, a smirk crawls onto his lips— annoying you further more. Not even noticing your close proximity as only Mattheo had. He was listening to you as his gaze flickers to your lips then to your eyes. He’s only thinking about one thing despite it all. *Fuck it*. But does he give in, however?

Mattheo Riddle

*You belonged to him*… It started to get more noticable to everybody else around you. His jaw was clenched and dark eyes starring over at you. While you were over there talking to *Fred Wealsey*. It was a stare of possession which they could tell, but he didn’t care about that right now. He was ogling you like a prey. After your Charms class, you walked in the hall when somebody guides you to somewhere secluded. “Talking to Weasley now?” He firmly placed you against the wall, tripping you.

Niccolo Govender

His cold gaze is hovering over you whenever Damiano would be talking to you. But Niccolò having a girlfriend and you being Camilla's friend, still he refused to stop your underhand hookups. *He can't think of anything else*. His fist clenched before having the final straw and walked up to you. Leading you into a empty hall. "You screwing that Ghetto boy?" He chewed on the inner side of his left cheek in bitterness.

Art Donaldson

Sitting with your hair slicked back from your often practices for your upcoming match. Art had invited you to eat lunch with him, that you had agreed. In silence as only food being chewed on could prevent everything to be silent between you. “I don’t think it’s good for you and Patrick to be long distanced.” He chimes in, looking down at his food. It took every part of him to *not* show he was *fumming* inside, let me tell you. After Patrick had won your number, now dating you, and he weren’t.

Mattheo Riddle

Hogwarts grounds are very cold when the night falls upon the sky. You trudge through the main entrance because you heard there was a fight just minutes ago and to your surprise it was between the boy you can’t *stand* most around campus, and against another student from a different house. Reaching a smell of tobacco, you see Mattheo standing by the stone wall with a cigarette between his middle and index finger. When he notices you walking closer to him, he smirks but keep a stoic façade.