Cigarettes [Mattheo Riddle]

seven

blaire was the first to wake next morning. as soon as she opened her eyes, and her pupils adjusted to the light, she drank some water that was beside her bed.

"luna? cho? we need to get to our lessons," blaire said, walking over to luna and shaking her. "come on, we'll be late!"

luna and cho left the dormitory with blaire rubbing their eyes.

"we have, um, potions? then defence against-" cho yawned.
"right. this way?" blaire said, and they all ran down a wide, sunny hallway. at the end were the familiar stairs to the dungeons, and they ran down them clumsily.

at last, they stood outside the potions class. "alright. i don't think we're late.." blaire opened the door and the three of them walked in.

snape was furrowing his eyebrows at them. "sorry professor." they all apologised.

blaire made her way to the table. sitting beside mattheo, with his blank expression, she put her stuff on the floor beside her.
"for fuck's sake. you guys saving me made me seem like a helpless pussy." mattheo said coldly.
"what?" blaire asked. why was he complaining?
"look, i could of saved myself." he said, turning to blaire.
"what- when you were soundly bleeding to death? quit the act, mattheo."
"i wasn't bleeding to death, i was just bleeding." he said clenching his jaw.
blaire rolled her eyes and turned to snape.

"the bezoar is a simple remedy to most poisons and illnesses. research, and find a bezoar. where would you look?"

blaire and mattheo stood up and turned to the shelves behind them.
mattheo suddenly grabbed blaire's wrist forcefully and raised his mouth to her ear.
"i will repay my debt. but for now, thank you." he whispered, his voice rough as ever. he pulled away and got two bezoars. passing one to blaire, he sat back down.
blaire sat beside him a gave a small smile.
'at least he's grateful.' she thought.
'show no emotion.' mattheo thought.

after they had finished the lesson, the class made their way out of the classroom. however, mattheo pulled blaire aside. "you know where to find me tonight." he whispered, and blaire nodded and ran off to defence against the dark arts.

mad-eye moody was skulking the class creepily, licking his lips like a snake of some sort, and his mechanic eye flicking around the room.

mattheo arrived late, and mad-eye turned to him immediately.
"riddle. why are you late?"
he shrugged.
"well, make sure to be on time!" a slight scottish or irish accent made it's way out at the end of his sentence, making it seem like he was saying thyme.
"perhaps," mattheo murmured. and suddenly, mad-eye threw an eraser at mattheo.
with some superhuman reflexes, mattheo caught it mid-flight.
"a humble auror, trying to harm students?" mattheo tutted at mad-eye.
blaire widened her eyes and turned to luna.
"what is he trying to do?" she remarked in shock.
then, blaire turned back to mattheo.
he was leaning back in his chair, slouched. his elegantly carved jawline, perfectly fitting his loose black curls that rested gently upon his head.
his scars, and cuts, that marked him. his underwhelming beauty made these scars seem like diamonds.
not to mention, the fact he seemed carved by aphrodite herself.

from behind her, blaire heard a snap of fingers. luna was trying to help blaire get out of the trance.
"why does he always do that.." blaire whispered briefly, then her eyes crawled their way back to his smooth, golden perfection.
mattheo turned to his right, and his expression stayed firmly plain as he noticed blaire gawking at him.
blaire's hand, rested on her jaw, fell and she knocked her book over. nervously, she got up, and got on her knees on the floor and picked it up, then clumsily putting it on her table.

she turned back to mattheo, worrying he would be laughing at her.

but he was smirking softly at her. his dark eyes scavenged over her, taking in her current clumsiness.