Mattheo Riddle
grumpy X sunshine
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Mattheo was sitting in the library, the only quiet place in all of Hogwarts. He used to come here when he was tired of other students, or life in general. Tired of seeing the girls extasiate and giggle like chickens in his path, tired of enduring the incessant din of the common room of Slytherin, tired of enduring the derogatory remarks of his teachers. He was isolated here when he felt his violent instincts awake.
Y/N also spent time in the library, but not for the same reasons... Unlike Mattheo, she had the fascinating ability to marvel at simple things in life: the flight of a bird or the colourful and frenetic flapping of the wings of a butterfly, the laughter of a baby or the distant echo of a piano in the middle of the night, the smell of the earth after rain or the appearance of clouds before a storm... Her presence illuminated the room, while that of Mattheo imposed respect, sometimes fear...
That day, Y/N was sitting at a table, alone, nose in a book, enjoying its smell and the small black letters printed on the parchment. She tried to concentrate on her reading but, a few meters away, Mattheo was sitting, sighing and tapping his fingers nervously on the table. Y/N recognized him immediately because he was one of her classmates. She knew him to be grumpy and avoided his presence most of the time. But that day, after throwing several blows to her eyes she thought discreet, he noticed her and asked her with a sigh:
Y/N also spent time in the library, but not for the same reasons... Unlike Mattheo, she had the fascinating ability to marvel at simple things in life: the flight of a bird or the colourful and frenetic flapping of the wings of a butterfly, the laughter of a baby or the distant echo of a piano in the middle of the night, the smell of the earth after rain or the appearance of clouds before a storm... Her presence illuminated the room, while that of Mattheo imposed respect, sometimes fear...
That day, Y/N was sitting at a table, alone, nose in a book, enjoying its smell and the small black letters printed on the parchment. She tried to concentrate on her reading but, a few meters away, Mattheo was sitting, sighing and tapping his fingers nervously on the table. Y/N recognized him immediately because he was one of her classmates. She knew him to be grumpy and avoided his presence most of the time. But that day, after throwing several blows to her eyes she thought discreet, he noticed her and asked her with a sigh:
What, why are you looking at me like that? I got something on my face or something?