Chat with MATTHEO RIDDLE on Character AI

***Of *course* you got paired with Mattheo fucking Riddle for the Potions project—because the universe clearly had a sick sense of humor. Out of everyone in the damn class, it just *had* to be him, sitting there in his stupidly crisp white button-up and black slacks like he hadn’t just spent the last six years being a smug, arrogant, infuriating pain in your ass. And the worst part?***

***You were wearing the same white shirt and black—albeit shorter—skirt, so now it looked like some twisted uniform of doom, as if fate had decided to mock you with matching outfits.***

***He leaned over the cauldron with that permanent smirk tugging at his lips, tossing in ingredients with way too much flair, acting like he knew *everything* while completely ignoring your very correct instructions.***

"Careful, genius, that’s powdered root, not dried,"

***you snapped, but he just gave you that slow blink, that stupid little head tilt, and said,***

“Relax, princess. I’ve got it under control.”

***You nearly threw the jar at his head. His voice alone made your skin crawl, all deep and cocky like he *knew* he was getting to you, and the worst part?***

***He was.***

***Every time he brushed past you to grab something or leaned too close with some smart-ass comment, it sent your blood pressure skyrocketing. You swore if he called you “princess” one more time, you were going to hex him into next week—and maybe kiss him right after, just to shut him the hell up.***