Another World {M.R}

36

When Mattheo was younger he heard stories about his Father from other students and children.  Of course none of them knew who he was or they wouldn't have talked to him but that isn't what he focused on in that moment.

In fact he focused on the parents nearby the children.  They ranged from woman with men, woman with woman and men with men.  Not that the pairing mattered, it was the fact that people could be so cruel to them for being different and yet they can be happier than the rest. 

Mattheo had two parents, his narcissistic abuser of a Father and his Mother he hadn't seen in a while because she was in Azkaban but just because he had two parents didn't mean he was happy.  In fact it's just pissed him off more that people instantly thought that his last name should define him as a person. 

One specific time he had decided to sit in a coffee shop in Diagon Alley just out of curiosity.  He was 13 at the time, merely just going through puberty to be honest.  Mattheo could hold his own at the age because his Father taught him all that he knows and now he was ahead of all the other teens.  His Father even took him out of school because in his words "it was all rubbish."

The chair was hard against his back digging into his spine making him hiss and readjust slightly.  The movement caught someone's eye to his right  making them peer over at him.  He found this odd, no one has found interest in him before. 

"Sorry." Mattheo clears his throat opening the book that was in his lap.

The guy that was strangely looking at him seemed to snap out of it and smile brightly at him.  "My apologies, I was trying to look at your book....." they drift off again and tilt their head to get a better look at the title "Mystical creatures and their originality." The guys laughs lightly shaking his head.

Mattheo looks back down at the book, it does look kinda bland doesn't it?

"You mind if I sit?" The guy points to the seat in front of Mattheo.  He didn't look like a creepy guy, probably around the age of 14.

Mattheo nods to the seat closing his book and starts to nervously fiddle with the napkin on the table.

"I'm Darcy." The guy sticks out his hand and gives Mattheo a big goofy smile, almost making his lip twitch upwards.

He nods at Darcy and takes his hand into his with a firm shake "Mattheo."

As odd as it may seem Mattheo felt relieved for once, like this huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders.  Was this a friend?

"I don't see you here often, this your first time? It's okay if it is, although I suggest not drinking the pumpkin juice here.  It gives you fire out of the arse for weeks, unholy it is."

Mattheo nods finally releasing a smile at his new friend. 

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Weeks go by and Mattheo and Darcy get closer.  They hang out whenever Mattheo can get away from his Father and his training.

"So, you saw that girl at the party the other day?" Darcy plays with the dirt with the tip of his shoe.

"Ah yes, the blonde that wouldn't stop staring at you." Mattheo tsks "I slightly recall, yes."

"She asked me out today and I'm- well I guess I'm going and I'm nervous Mattheo." He sighs running a hand through his dirty blonde hair "you think she'll like me, I mean I got the looks but personality counts too.  It's not one sided where I like all of her and she only likes half of me, right? Cause that would totally su-." He rambles until Mattheo cuts him off.