𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕠

Mattheo's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

Wow.

That girl is something.

And she's mine.

I grin and walk back to my room.

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The next morning I meet with Theodore on the terrace that goes around the back of the manor. We sit near the wild rose bushes.

I tell him about what happened with my doll. I spin her dagger in my hand.

"She left me a few gifts. This pretty knife," I spin the dagger in between my fingertips. The carvings on the silver are so intricate, and the embedded emeralds are high quality.

"And a few scars."

Theo raises his eyebrow at me. "Like the one across your mouth? That one looks nasty." He frowns slightly.

I nod. "Yeah. But so worth it. These bruises will heal, but my initials with stay carved into her skin." I grin, the scar across my mouth making me look like a mad man.

My best mate sighs. "You are so mentally deranged, Riddle. You are so obsessed with that girl. Whether it's love or not, only time will tell."

I pause before replying. Love? I've felt a lot of emotions; hate, anger, lust, sadness, happiness, fear, tiredness, indifference. But love? That's foreign to me.

"What are you talking about Theo? If you think I love that bratty girl, you must be crazy. I do love her body, but her as a whole?"

Maybe he's joking with me. But Theodore doesn't tease, or tell tales. He's straightforward with his thoughts.

I watch as he rubs his temples. "You have been in love with her since you met her. You met one girl who wasn't wooed by your looks and stood up to you, and fell in love." He accios two glasses and a bottle of fire whisky.

He pours the alcohol into both glasses. I take one and take a sip.

"You think I love the Lestrange bitch?" I ask. I'm curious of where he got these ideas. Me and her have clashed since we met; not once have we agreed.

"You are, Mattheo. Don't you remember how you were as little brats?"

Now that he said that.....

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I think back to the day we met.

I was 12 and she was 8, almost 9.

It's weird we hadn't met before, since we live in the same house. But Bellatrix always kept her daughters locked away like precious pearls. Or dangerous criminals.

It was summer break, and father let me invite Theodore to the manor. I was showing him around the manor, but he got lost.

I then had to look for him, and that's when I bumped into her. She was tiny compared to me, only to my chest.

Our momentum made her fall over. Instead of crying she got back up -- ignoring her scraped knee and palms -- and started yelling at me in French.

I was so confused. All the girls at school were too shy to talk to me and would blush and look away. And there was a little girl cussing me out in a foreign language, making full eye contact with me.