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1 Month at Hogwarts

Hogwarts 3:09 PM

Embers POV

Its been around a month since we arrived at Hogwarts. Blake and I are growing restless, constantly looking for something to get us out of here or to possibly find our parents. I've lost count of how many nights I haven't slept, dark circles were constantly under my eyes and I've definitely got skinnier because of my constant skipping of meals. Mattheo hasn't hesitated to point it out either, always dragging me to the library where he would read until I fell asleep laying my head on his lap, or when he would drag me to the kitchens late at night, stealing food for a snack.

We've searched all around the library, every book you could ever think of.  We have talked to Hagrid and Dumbledore checking the deaths in the daily prophet or asked if they have heard our parents names just in case it was spoken to them. Everywhere we have gone, a dead end came along with it.

Snape turns out to be watching me like a hawk, always looking when I glance around the room or turn a corner. Either he's suspicious or a complete creep. All of our friends still don't know that we aren't from here, there have been a couple slip ups here and there we had to cover quickly with a good excuse. I have a feeling Luna knows because that girl always knows.

I was currently at the library like every other day of the week looking for a certain book. An idea popped into my head about 5 minutes ago and im searching for a wizard transportation book.

"Ember" a voice came from behind me as I was reaching for a book far too high up. "Ember, darling" they spoke again.

I ignored it again while I balanced on my tip toes trying another time but someone pushed against my back and grabbed the book, their hand grazing mine. I turned around to find Mattheo holding the book to his chest, the other hand was by the side of my head leaning against the book shelf.

I cleared my throat "I almost had it" I look up at him

He smirked "of course darling, I was just giving you a hand" he handed over the book and used that hand to reach up and cup my face "when have you slept last, hm?" He rubbed a thumb under my eye along the dark beg.

"Sleep is for the weak" I whispered breaking out a smile and he followed with a small chuckle

"Come love" he backed up softly taking one of my hands and leading my through the school. He didn't leave any room to argue so I followed all the way until we got to his dorm. He opened the door and held a hand on the small of my back leading me to the bed. He pulled the covers back and took the book out of my hands to place on the desk. My eye lids were heavy and I could barely keep them open as Mattheo pushed on my shoulder lightly to sit on the bed and take off my shoes.

"May I change you into one of my shirts darling?" he asked holding the shirt up to my view and I slowly nodded my head barely able to keep it straight. Mattheo helped me remove my cloths except my underwear and bra and slipped on the shirt over my head. Once I was laid down on the soft bed, with blankets over my body I slowly started to drift off.  Soon the bed dipped beside me and a shirtless Mattheo, wearing grey sweatpants was laying next to me getting comfortable.

I turned my body so I was facing him on my side. "So Mr Riddle is a big softie deep down" I whispered with an amused smirk watching as Mattheo scrunches his eyebrows together.

"Hmmm" he hummed lightly stroking my hair behind my ear.

After that night when we went out in the rain, Mattheo and I had spent a lot more time together. Reading together in the library, study nights, spell training and walks outside getting to know each other. Mattheo has habits that anyone could pick up. He can come off rather aggressive when he realizes he did something affectionate and can get mad at himself. He smokes whenever he's thinking. He's a big softy deep down but has this hard exterior for the people around him. And I can tell he's trying his hardest to not let me through. But these past weeks that have been full of stress and worry, Mattheo seems to lighten the mood and takes my mind off things.

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