hysteria ; Mattheo Riddle

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'He got caught
No cover at all
He'd breath in her scent
Not even a scratch
Even though she didn't love him any more
Can't kill a lucky charm' — tv girl
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12.13.16
that night...
Everything felt slow and time stopped— was this my death— everything around me was passing by me as fast as lighting but me— it felt like i was stuck in time— free falling awaiting my death

i then felt someone hold onto me there warm arms were as warm as a home on a winter night

there scent was the best scent, cinnamon, blood, apples, and vanilla candles

i looked behind me and it was mattheo— we then stopped in mid air

"you came for me" i was out of breath, i then knew not to test his patients

"oh sweetie i'm not going to kill you— yet" he whispered into my ear, i was clinging onto him as he brought us up onto the ground

i was at a loss for words "Goodnight Witch, I hope you have nightmares" he smiled and disappeared

i was cold and scared— i decided to walk back to the castle

December 14th, Wednesday, 2016

It was now time to go to D.A.D.A i loathed that class

Me and cerelia held hands as we walked to that class— she had a different class but she agreed to walk me to it

Leo and max convinced the headmaster to let them switch classes which left me alone with random students in the classroom with mattheo

"so how about tomorrow after classes we go get dresses?" i asked her it wasn't really a question it was more of 'let's do it because i said so' you know

"of course gen" she smiled at me we finally made it to the classroom

the classroom door was closed. I didn't open it i hesitated. I hope there are people in there i thought to myself

Cerelia was already gone sadly

my hand grasped the door knob and i opened the door. Why did i feel like this. Why was i nervous

Riddle sat in his chair writing on paper it looked like he was grading papers from other students

the classroom was dead silent, people in the back were quietly chatting to their friends about the yule ball

while others were to afraid to talk, my heart was racing. He then looked up at me noticing my presence

he had a blank expression on his face as usual

he didn't say anything instead went back to grading papers

i took a deep breath and sat in my usual seat which was in front of his desk

of course i got anxiety, i started tapping my foot as a way to ease my nerves

"Ms. Potter do you have anything better to do than tap your foot" he said in a low tone not taking his eyes off of his paper