Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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Mattheo sulked in the corner of the Room of Requirement, arms crossed tightly over his chest and his jaw clenched as he glared at Theo and Enzo. He was still fuming from their discussion earlier that day about Emerson, and the last place he wanted to be was here. The entire conversation with Theo and Enzo still hung heavily in the back of his mind.
Enzo, as usual, was grinning like a Cheshire cat, clearly enjoying the fact that he practically dragged Mattheo to the Room of Requirement. Theo, on the other hand, looked far too pleased with himself. They were already making themselves comfortable, chatting away and occasionally sparring playfully with each other.
"Stop sulking, Riddle. Why don't you have some alcohol? Firewhiskey cures all bad moods," Theo said, holding out the bottle he brought with him to Mattheo.
Mattheo shot him a look of disdain, clearly unimpressed. "I'm not sulking. I just don't want to be here." It was only an hour ago that Theo suggested they should go to the Room of Requirement for a change to spar. Even though he wasn't exactly in the mood, the thought of hitting something or someone sounded better than sitting alone in his dormitory, brooding.
Enzo laughed in amusement, slinging an arm around Mattheo's shoulders. Notwithstanding Theo's suggestion, it was actually Enzo who was the real culprit behind Mattheo's presence. He threatened, albeit jokingly, to tell the entire Slytherin house about an embarrassing night out of theirs, involving a lot of Firewhiskey and recreational drugs. Mattheo wasn't in the mood to hear about that from anyone, so he dragged himself with them.
"You'll survive. We've been cooped up all day in the dungeons," Theo pointed out. Mattheo shrugged off Enzo's arms, giving him a pointed glare.
"You know, you're the absolute worst when you're in a mood," Enzo rolled his eyes at Mattheo's bitterness.
"Lighten up, mate. We'll spar in a bit, get your head on straight," Theo assured, giving Mattheo a nudge with his elbow. Mattheo scowled in response. Both of them were being heavy with their teasing, taunts, and playful jabs tonight, more so than usual. It was rather irritating.
The sparring was a good outlet for Mattheo. He had worked out all summer, strengthening himself over the holidays after he found out his father returned. It was a quiet coping mechanism for him to deal with the darkness looming over him. He was always strong, getting into physical fights and winning often, but now... Now he was something else entirely. And maybe, that was what he needed. He needed something to take his mind off everything. Off her.
Enzo sprawled out on a sofa and grinned. "We're just trying to get you out of that sulk of yours. No need to be so dramatic."
Mattheo rolled his eyes but said nothing. His thoughts were a tangled mess, mostly centred on Emerson. Since when did she take up so much space in his damn mind and why couldn't he stop thinking about her? Everything was about Emerson.
