Requiem I Mattheo Riddle I

Back to School

(Trigger Warning!) (Also, I redid the description. Hope you like it)

Logan POV

After monitoring my every movement for five days (Nolan said it could have only been three if I hadn't strained my energy, but when have I ever listened to anyone), The doctors finally agreed to let me go back to Hogwarts. Which is good. This place was beginning to feel like a prison. With nothing to do all day, I slept. Like alot. I didn't like my constant sleep. It brought more room for the monsters.

Mattheo was supposed to go back to Hogwarts after spending two days at my beck and call, but he only went back for half a day before he decided it wasn't very important, and came back to the hospital. Or that's what he said. I'm pretty sure he just got detention from the teachers and didn't want to go. Not that I'm complaining.

I liked the constant companionship. He was there. Even when the doctors told him he had to leave the room, He kept checking into the room every five minutes or so before they just told him to come in and stay out of the way. His version of out of the way was sitting right next to the bed, holding my hand and telling really terrible jokes about people at school. I laughed, every laugh making me wince as my ribs were also healing. Dr. Nolan forgot to mention that.

Wheelchairs are now my favorite thing. I have to use a wheelchair until the doctors  give me the complete all clear, but now I'm considering just stealing this one. I didn't have to walk anywhere. I could just be wheeled around the whole universe.

We arrived at the school in the early hours of the morning, when everyone was at breakfast. Did I have to get up this early? yes. Is whoever decided that an asshole? yes. Am I nervous? ...No.

Mattheo pushed me through the doors into the great hall. No. I was not wearing a hospital gown anymore. I still had to wear loose clothing as to not damage my ribs further. Again, no complaining here. I had on a pair of black leggings, and a light green sweatshirt with a frog on a skateboard picture in the middle. I had frowned in displeasure when Mattheo had handed me it, but secretly I loved it. He could tell I liked it though, and just gave me a smirk.

I tried to hide my head in the sweatshirt as he put me at the farthest end of the Slytherin table, far away from everyone who was now staring at me. He sat on the bench beside me as I ate my waffles covered in syrup and butter.

Mattheo didn't take anything for himself. "Aren't you going to eat?" I ask, between bites. He stopped glaring at the whole room, full of staring people that had looked away as soon as he had gave them a death threat with his eyes.

"Not hungry." He responds.

I give him a look," Your the one who says I have to eat. You have to eat, too." I shove a piece of toast toward him. Deciding he doesn't want to argue with me this early in the morning, He just picks up the toast and eats it. I smirk, a satisfied look in my eye.

"What time is it?" I ask, shoving another waffle in my mouth.

He says," time for you to take it easy on the waffles."

" But there so good," I say, but mouth is full so it comes out as more of a " Ah ey o ood."

Which directly results in me getting an all knowing look from him. "Come on, princess. You actually have to get to class."

I groan, knowing exactly what class I have," Can't we stay here? Or ditch like you always do?"

" It's your first day back. You got work to catch up on," He says trying to act responsible. Mattheos just trying to not get me in trouble from the doctors, or the whole school I imagine. As he pushes me down the hall to the dreadful class, I hear everyone whispering as I'm wheeled by.