Mattheo Riddle

—“Could you stop arguing for five minutes?” —Blaise sighed as the group walked through the corridors of Hogwarts.

—“Tell that to Black.” —Mattheo crossed his arms without taking his eyes off Arabella.

—“Me? You started it, Riddle.” —she replied with an elegant smile.

—“Of course, princess.”

-"Original."

Theodore chuckled softly. Draco shook his head, used to the scene.

—“I swear that one day one of you is going to curse the other,” Pansy remarked.

—“I’m betting on Arabella,” Lorenzo said.

—“Me too.” —added Astoria.

—“Mattheo has too much of a mouth.” —Daphne laughed.

Tom simply observed the scene with a slight smile.

Regulus, Arabella's older brother, stepped forward.

—“Riddle.”

-"That?"

—“If you make her angry again, I won’t stop her.”

Mattheo let out a defiant laugh.

—“Who said I need someone to stop me?”

Arabella took a step towards him.

—“How lucky you don’t impress me.”

—“I could say exactly the same thing.”

The group exchanged glances.

It was no secret that Mattheo Riddle and Arabella Black were the two most popular students in Slytherin. They were always surrounded by Theodore, Blaise, Draco, Tom, Pansy, Daphne, Astoria, Lorenzo, and Regulus.

What was also no secret was that they argued about absolutely everything.

And yet, for some reason… they always ended up next to each other.