How Did it End? | Mattheo Riddle

Chapter Six

"I'm telling you, if she wants to turn her back on her friends for some ugly bloke, let her." Mattheo hissed at Theo as they sat at the Slytherin table at lunch two weeks later.

"Che Cazzo, Mattheo I know. It's just not like her. That's all I'm saying." Theo argued back.

Mattheo rolled his eyes at him, his annoyance seeping through him as Theo continued to try to defend Seraphina for avoiding them like the plague. It had been almost exactly two weeks since she acknowledged them. He had counted, because he was sick of watching Theo stare at her like a lost puppy every time she stepped into the same room as them.

"I would like to add that the only people she's avoiding are you two." Daphne piped up from across from them.

Mattheo glared at her and just shook his head, "Not helping Greengrass."

"Maybe you should apologize then?" Astoria suggested looking between both of them. She had begun to find their constant bickering about Seraphina more annoying than them actually arguing with her.

"We've got nothing to apologize for. We didn't threaten Rosier to stay away from her." Mattheo reminded her, and Astoria rolled her eyes at him.

"We know that, Riddle. But maybe you should have explained that instead of telling her you would toss her out like trash." Daphne said to him.

Mattheo's stomach twisted, and he grimaced at the reminder. He knew it had been harsh, that if he wasn't so angry with her, he never would have said something like that. He didn't believe it, at least he didn't think he did. He could never tell sometimes what was true and what was said in anger. Either way, it hadn't left his mind, no matter what he did to try to forget about it. All thoughts wandered back to that day in the corridor.

"Theo, I know you are adverse to taking initiative, but you probably could solve this whole situation if you just pulled her aside to talk to her," Daphne told Theo, who just shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

"I can take initiative." He mumbled, looking back down at his plate.

"Prove it," Daphne said boldly, and Theo just looked back up at her as his face flushed a foreign shade of pink.

"How?" He asked, glaring at Enzo and Blaise, who was smirking at each other over the flush on his face. He didn't blush; he wasn't that type of guy. At least he didn't believe himself to be. Not until it was about Seraphina.

"Go flash her those sleepy, dreamy eyes that you and I both know she can't say no to and tell her she's being bloody ridiculous. Then take her to your favorite spot down at the Black Lake and explain to her that you weren't trying to get involved in her relationship, you want her to be happy. Honestly, Nott. It's not that difficult." Daphne said exasperatedly.

She couldn't believe how dense he was about the whole thing. It wasn't like Theo; he never had any issue catching the heart of any girl that caught his eye. But there was something about Seraphina that was turning him into an insecure baby. As amusing as it was to witness, it did get annoying after a while.

"Two galleons," Enzo said to Blaise before they shook hands, betting on whether or not Theo was going to do something other than stare at her longingly and complain to the rest of them like he had been doing since the start of term.

"Okay," Theo started, glancing over at Seraphina, who might have been attached to Rosier at the hip; they were sitting so close to one another. She was tucked underneath his arm, a rosy blush dancing across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

"But how do I do that when he's got her attached to him for every moment of the fucking day?" Theo said, looking back at Daphne.

Mattheo just groaned, sick of listening to Theo's desolate moaning over Seraphina. He had a tendency to do this when he was trying to have a moment of peace while eating. Mattheo often wondered why he even sat with them most days when they continued to be an annoyance.