Mattheo Riddle

𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

Berkley:

We were in the paper. Of course we were in the bloody paper. "Teens kill their own parents." Is what the article read. I slumped down onto the table. "This isn't how I wanted to spend my last year." Luna admitted. Lorenzo put his chin on top of her head, wrapping his arms around her tiny torso. "It's over love, things will go back to normal." He whispered. 

I got up from my chair and walked into the living room, tracing my fingers over the portrait of my father. "I don't want to remember any of this." I said. Draco looked up from the table. "Any of it, someone obliviate me." I said. Theo dropped his cup. "I'm not going to obliviate you." He said. I sighed. "Please, I know I'm being selfish, but nothing's the same." I said.

Blaise looked at the floor. "Fine I'll do it myself then." I said, picking up my wand. I held it up to my head as Theo lunged for me, along with Draco and Enzo.

"Obliviate."