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Chapter 48: Buying a man flowers isn't a crime

 "Mattheo?" He asks, and his voice sounds different... Its not Mattheo. I turn to look at him. Enzo. I hug him tightly as he chuckles hugging me back. I pull away to look at him, it was him.

He was here.

"How- how are you here? I thought you lived in France-" I say confused, shaking my head.

"Yeah, I do but I decided to come here to Hogwarts." He says.

"But- but your not a wizard... Did you come here to be a first year?!" I say surprised.

"No, just a temporary teacher.... One where i don't really have to know magic."

"What? Which class? " I ask.

"Eh, any i feel like." He says shrugging his shoulders,"Professor Dumbledore talked to my dad because they needed an assistant to help the classes and-"

"Your dad's a wizard?!" I ask.

"I know, shocked me too. But my father's getting too old and didn't think he could take the job, so he offered me to do it and its not like i have anything better to do so here i am."

"So... Your the proffesors' aide then?" I ask.

"Yeah pretty much." He says.

"Oh..." I say trying to process everything,"Well anyways, I'm glad your here."

"Me too.." He says to me, then let's his eyes follow down my neck to a necklace. He picked up the necklace examining it.

"Who was this from?" He asks me curiously. I look down at the necklace he was talking about and sigh heavily.

"My exe boyfriend,.." I say reaching to the back of my neck to remove the necklace, since it was the one Mattheo gave me that Christmas while i was at the Burrow.

"Why do you keep it on if you two broke up?" He asks me.

"I don't know." I say," it became a habit to put it on every morning... I forgot he gave it to mr to be honest..."

"Do you still miss him?" Enzo asks sympathetically.

"Fuck No." I say quickly," I fucking hate him."

"Why?"

"I don't want to talk about him," I say,"he's just a killer and I could never date a killer."

"Really?" He asks. "Yeah, they're fucking psychotic." I say, he just chuckles at my words.

"Good to know." He says with a grin.

"Don't tell me your a killer." I roll my eyes. "How many people do you have to kill to be considered a killer in your eyes?" He asks.

"Uhm I don't know...3?" I say.

"Oh no, no not that many." He says.

"You killed someone?!" I say in shock.

"It was only 1 person..." He says,"And it wasn't really on perpose per say... He just happened to trip off a building..."

"Enzo..!" I say shaking my head,"How long ago was this?"

"2 or 3 years ago i think."he says as i contemplate.

"Okay fine. I take back what i said not all killers are psychotic... But most."

"Fair enough." He says with a laugh,"So, who are you going to the dance with?"

"Uh, I don't know..." I say,"I don't really want to go to be honest."

"You don't?" He asks.

"No... Not really." I say,"I don't like all the school dances we have."