as the world caves in; mattheo riddle

"So why did you come to Hogwarts?"

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"As a part of your midterm, I will be assigning a project to be completed by the end of the week." Snape's voice drawls on as he paces the front of the classroom. "I will assign each set of partners a particular advanced potion to successfully brew and create a full report on. Any questions?"

Small groans could be heard around the room as Snape discussed the upcoming project. He began passing out sheets of paper, assigning each pair with a potion to brew.

I glanced down at the paper he set in front of us, my heart stopping in my chest for a brief moment. Amortentia. I have to brew the most powerful love potion with Riddle.

I let out a small scoff as I passed the paper to my partner, his eyes scanning the sheet carefully as a small smirk grew on his lips.

"Well, little witch, I suppose I'll see you tonight, hmm?" he says, not waiting for my response as he grabs his things and leaves the class.

I let out a huff of frustration as I shoved the paper into my bag, throwing it over my shoulder as I headed out of the classroom.

"Which one did you get?" Theo asks as we exit the classroom, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"Amortentia." I reply unenthusiastically.

Pansy pops up on my other side as we walk down the crowded corridors.

"Lucky, I got a stupid Laughing Potion." she frowns.

"Trust me, I would trade with you in a heartbeat." I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

Theo lets out a small chuckle, pulling me closer to him.

"Amora gets Amortentia, it's got a ring to it, don't you think?" he adds.

I roll my eyes at him, giving him a little shove.

"Oh shut it." I reply.

It wasn't exactly the potion that bothered me, it was the fact that I had to do it with Mattheo. I didn't even know what to make of him at this point. Every single interaction we have makes my head spin.

"Well I got Essense of Insanity." he smirks.

"How perfect for you." I coo, ruffling his hair lightly.

I let out a laugh as he smacks my hand away.

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I push the food on my plate around with my fork, not feeling particularly hungry. My stomach twisted in a bundle of nerves as I tuned out the chatting going on around me.

My eyes aimlessly wandered the Great Hall as my friends blabbered on about something that happened at Quidditch practice. That was until my gaze met Astoria's, her eyes burning into mine as I watched her excuse herself, heading in my direction.

I rolled my eyes, quickly throwing down my fork as I got up from my seat, swiftly walking out of the hall.

"Amora, wait!" she yells after me, trying to catch up.