BOOK 3: MARAUDERS. (Mattheo Riddle).

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MARAUDERS.
Chapter 02.
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The evening passes by, and Beverly takes every chance she can to hurl insults at Mattheo, Delphini and Tom. She takes it in turn so all three of the children can feel equally as hated.

Mattheo manages to white knuckles his way through most of the night, only barely managing to keep his mouth shut when Beverly begins to berate Delphini. Mattheo's anger even stokes when Beverly starts in on Tom (which Mattheo hadn't expected to happen).

Beverly doesn't know anything about what the three children have been up to while they're at Hogwarts. The many dangers they've put themselves through. And she wouldn't care to know. She is concerned about keeping these children in their place, as orphans, and not allowing them to think that they're anything more.

"What house is it that these children are sorted into? It says a lot about a person" Beverly asks of Reagan. This branch of the Carrow family have been Slytherins for as far back as memory can serve them. Alfie was the black sheep that was sorted into Gryffindor.

"Delphini is a Gryffindor student, and Mattheo is a Slytherin student. Tom is just starting at Hogwarts this year, but he will likely be a Slytherin student as well" Reagan tells his mother.

Beverly makes a spitting motion. "A filthy Gryffindor. They think their nobility stands them above all others. I would have kicked her out of my house the moment I found out she became a lion" Beverly sneers as she looks Delphini up and down. "After all of your care for them, and she does this to you" Beverly shakes her head in disappointment.

Mattheo really has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek so that he won't erupt. 'Care' from Reagan? Reagan has never cared for them in any way. They would have starved if they hadn't figured out how to look after themselves when they were children.

"Boy! My plate!" Beverly barks like a banshee at Mattheo. Her clicking fingers capture Mattheo's attention, and make him angrier.

Mattheo growls out lowly, and resists the urge to smash the plate over Beverly's head. Still, Mattheo pushes himself away from the counter and brings a plate over to the old bitch.

"This boy needs a haircut! A cut that befits his station" Beverly complains at how Mattheo has styled his hair. A smart style that Beverly thinks that Mattheo doesn't deserve.

Mattheo and Tom have near enough the same naturally styled hair, and they don't really even put that much effort into styling it, not until lately.

Beverly sneers at Mattheo's shirt when he hands her the plate. "And look at the state of his clothing. Scruffy. Do they not know to dress up to receive company?" Beverly's complaining just continues.

Beverly can see the bloodstains on the shirt when Mattheo is close enough. The evidence of his scrap with Tom earlier on the evening.

"Boys will be boys, mother. They'll have been rough housing I suppose" Reagan manages to play it off. Reagan gives Mattheo and Tom equally evil glares, one after the other.

"I suppose this piece of riffraff is related in some way to the other two. Is this another bastard child that your brother lowered himself to adopt?" Beverly asks. Of course she means Tom. The newest child in the house.