Y/n lives in a huge mansion with her five year old sister, her older brother and parents. But her ex boyfriend Mattheo riddle has been kicked out by his father.And has no where else to go other than his ex girlfriend's house.
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Y/n's POV:
As I sat by the tree the cold breeze blew against my right cheek. I closed my eyes and rested my eyes and leaned my head against the bark and let out a few deep breaths. I let the cold air fill in my lungs as I listening the trees and grass moving.
After around 10 minutes I walked back inside and went straight back to my room. I have been really stressed lately since I am going back to hogwarts soon. I let out a sigh and walked over to my desk.
I pulled out a piece of parchment and ink.
Dear Sage, Sorry I haven't sent a letter to you in a while I have been really busy. How is your holiday? I really need to tell you something... Mattheo showed up at my door the other day his father kicked him out and he needed to stay here apparently the only connection he had to someone was my family. A bit odd right? Anyways how's your family doing? I'm Definitely not excited for school in 3 weeks. Well I don't think there is anything else to say so write me back as soon as possible please.
Y/n x
I attached the letter to my owls and sent her away. I turned to my bed and laid down. I sighed but then came a knock on my door. "Come in!" I shouted still staring at my ceiling.
Mattheo walked in and sat right next to me. "What do you want" I groaned rolling my eyes at him."wait...what's that on your face." He said as his cold fingertips run over the side of my cheek.
I quickly stood up and ran to my bathroom. I moved my hair behind me ear and looked at my cheek it had a bright pink patch on it. Before I got to put something on it I felt a cold liquid drip from my nose.
I gasped and got some toilet paper to wipe my nose. "You alright?" Mattheo nodded to me resting half of his body on the door frame. I let out a little hum in response.
I pushed past him and entered my room I went to my dressing table and pulled the right draw. I took out the rash and facial oil and mixed them together. Before applying the cold substance to my warm cheek.
Before Mattheo could say anything I ran down the stairs and into my father's bedroom. "It's happening again." I said to him.
