Entwined

~CHAPTER 4~

Eight drinks later Mattheo and I are a mess. There are bottles and flasks thrown astrew on the dormitory floor and our heads are spinning due to the copious amounts of drug coated cigarettes and uncomfortable drunkenness. I check my watch, slowly bringing it into focus. Shit, 1.23pm, we only have, idk, fuck, 37 minutes until we have to meet with Dumbledore. "Mattheo, get up, we have to take some cold potions before we see Dumbledore!" I moan, cautiously rising myself to a stand. "Why do we need cold potions, I'm not sick!?" Mattheo replies laughing giddily at himself while also, bringing himself to stand, looking very unbalanced, although it my just be my head making everything spin. "They cure colds, but draco found that they also cure hangovers and sober a person up enough to not act like drunken fools, stupid," I say, wobbling my way over to the dorm door, pausing half way to lean on a wall in an attempt to stop the room from spinning. "Heyyy! I'm not stupid, you are! You clearly can't math very well because that was a lot more than one drink, stupid," Mattheo slurs, making his way over but collapsing just as he reaches me. "Oof" I groan, the weight of his body pinning me beneath him in a tangled mess in the doorway. Mattheo bursts into hysterical giggles and I soon find myself doing the same. Finally, our giggles cease and we are just lying there, panting. I wouldn't say it is awkward though, I think I almost enjoy being this close to him. Just maybe... anyways... no... He lowers his head to the ground, gazing into my eyes. "Your mind is very interesting when you're drunk. Maybe even more than it usually is,"
"Heyyy! What did I say about reading my mind! Quit it!" I laugh, untangling my arm from beneath him and slapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Owwwww, that was mean, I'm sorryyyy," he whines, "not," I hear him whisper. I slap his shoulder again, sticking my tongue out.

After many minutes of squabbling and falling into fits of laughter, we have dragged ourselves over to dracos dorm and located his stash of cold potions. I urgently chug the liquid, and can finally see straight again. Mattheo upturns his bottle as well, and becomes visibly better within seconds. I check my watch, 1.46pm. Perfect. "15 minutes till your meeting with Dumbledore. Let's go," I leave the dorm, Mattheo following close behind, and get us to Dumbledores office with exactly 2 minutes to spare. Dumbledore is alresdy stood waiting for us at the door. "Hello, Lestrange, Riddle," he says, nodding to us in turn. "Let's not waste time now, come in," He says, pushing open the door and leading us into his large, glowing office. His beautiful pheonix gracefully flies from the high window sill to its perch placed on Dumbledores desk, and Dumbledore walks over to ruffle its fiery orange and red feathers before making his way to a bookshelf and taking the sorting hat from its place amongst an assortment of propaganda. The old, weathered hat smiles, inspecting Mattheo and I. "Ahhh... Everest Lestrange. Such a smart, mischievous young lady. Only I know how fiery and manipulative you truly are. And who do we have here, I've never seen this young man before," the hat says, looking Mattheo up and down. The hat is never wrong. Its true, I am quite fiery and manipulative. Only those close to me know that. I can work my way in or out of any situation I wish just using words. Quite a helpful gift if you ask me. But anyways, Dumbledore places the hat on Mattheos head gently. "This is Mattheo Riddle, he has just joined hogwarts due to a... situation..." he says solemnly. The hat goes silent, but Mattheos facial expressions show that it is currently working its magic, shifting through Mattheos thoughts and memories, deciding which house he would be best suited for. After a few quiet, suspenseful moments, the sorting hat cries "Slytherin!" Yessss, he's in slytherin! Best house! "Congratulations Mattheo, this means you can be put in the dorm with Draco and Blaise, as there is a spare spot there. Thank you sorting hat," Dumbledore announces, taking the hat from Mattheos head and placing it back on its shelf. This is even better! He's with my two best guy friends, in my hogwarts house! "Oh, one last thing before you two leave, I've just made a hidden entrance between your two dorms. You can access it through opening your bookcases, I have put them both on hinges for you," Dumbledore says, turning around and doing a few complicated movements of his wand. Damn, Dumbledore hates it when people go into others dorms, especially boys into girls, or girls into boys. Hehehehe we're special. I thank Dumbledore and turn to leave, but Mattheo stays standing looking intrigued at the sorting hat that now sits on its shelf again. This bitch. I turn around, grab his arm, and drag him to the door, throwing an apologetic glance over my shoulder to Dumbledore who stands watching the interaction amused. As soon as the door closes Mattheo wriggles out of my grasp. "What the hell was that for?"
"It was time to leave and you were standing there staring like an idiot," I shoot back, finding the whole situation quite funny actually but he can't know that, I mean, I have to teach him to take me seriously right? "Wrong, you do not need to teach me anything," he states, the hint of a smile flickering on his lips. Just like the first time we met, just yesterday, I can't tell if I'm imagining that hint of emotion or not.