Via's POV

I looked down as McGonagall scolded us for the property damage.

Mattheo dared to look her in the eye and try to calm her by saying, "We made a lot of tentacle soup. Hell, enough for the entirety of Hogwarts."

Is he usually this stupid?

"That, Mr Riddle, does not compensate for the wages to be paid to Mr Filch, considering all the cleaning fees," McGonagall said in a firm voice.

"Don't we have magic for all of that stuff? I'm sure there is a spell that can be used to clear up everything," Theo continued

Why is he so goddam stubborn? I swear to God, this guy. Jesus Chri- wait- he might actually have a point. This is the first actual good point he's made and we've been here for about fifteen minutes.

"That is not the point," McGonagall took in a deep breath, "You will have a week of detention, both of you, and we are also facing trouble from the ministry as the giant squid is one of the endangered species, and harming it is highly prohibited," She concluded.

"A week?" I asked piping up, "For getting a question wrong?" I raised an eyebrow.

McGonagall sighed and dismissed us, but didn't revoke the detentions. Urgh.

"Hey, my tentacle soup point was accurate," Theo argued as we exited McGonagall's office.

I rolled my eyes, chuckled at his obstinacy, and gladly changed the topic, "What class do you have now?"

"Well," he paused, looking down at my face as he pulled out his timetable from his pocket, "I have potions right now, but McGonagall took around ten minutes of it, I wasted a free period on the dumb pineapple, and after potions, I have two free periods and then charms. You?" He asked.

"Umm," I paused, pulling out my own timetable, "I didn't have to do herbology because of the awesome ass pineapple," I paused, as Theo muttered, "Lucky," under his breath. I continued, not paying any attention to his beautiful brownish eyes, completely ignoring them, uh-huh, "I have a free period right now, Defence against the dark arts after this and then I have charms with your house after another free period. Whew, Mondays seem lenient as hell."

He nodded, "Well, cool, Potter, I'll see you in charms." He ran backwards, facing me and waved.

"Don't blow up anything!" I called as his figure got smaller in the distance. I hoped there wouldn't be anything like the pineapple incident for at least a few weeks now.

I walked to my dorm and took my shoes off at the entrance, like a normal person. I took off my robe feeling much more comfortable in the loose short shirt and shorts that I always wore under my robes.

I went to the kitchen and got the coffee machine going, adding six sugar cubes (apparently too many). I waited leaning on the slab, as the machine whirred. The sound stopped abruptly and I grabbed my paper cup, took a sip, and felt amazing as I felt the hot coffee go down my throat.

Don't be depresso, have more espresso. I had about forty minutes till my defence against the dark arts class. I set a timer for thirty-five minutes, not wanting to be late. I made my way to my desk in my room, not forgetting to take my coffee with me.

I opened my laptop and checked Twitter on Chrome. Rest in peace, bird, rest in peace. You will be missed dearly. I scrolled for ten minutes, before switching tabs and opening Instagram. I scrolled through cute dog pictures and some cringe af shit that my friends had posted. I opened Book Tok, staying there for about another twenty minutes, slowly sipping my coffee.

My timer rang, loud and clear, telling me it was time to get to class. I put the robe back on and started running, hoping I would arrive before Teddy, knowing that despite him being my god cousin, he wouldn't give me any special treatment. He was a student teacher so he sometimes missed teaching classes, or was late, and I hoped today was one of those days.

I entered and grabbed a seat next to my favourite Hufflepuff, Silvia. "Hey!" I greeted. Silvia, an Italian transfer student, can whip a really good pizza. That's how we became friends, and have stuck thick and thin since then.

"Yo." She responded, "I'm so damn excited for boggarts."

"Honestly same. I'm a teeny-tiny bit worried about that thing but I think I'll nail this if that does not appear." I responded, knowing I could trust her.

"Maybe-"

Teddy entered, interrupting our conversation. Rude.

"All right, so I do know that a lot of you are extremely excited and already know what is going to happen in today's class," Teddy began loudly to dismiss chatter, "For those not aware, we are going to perform with boggarts." He paused, letting the chatter fill the room for approximately twenty seconds.

"Boggarts," he began, then paused to let the suspense build-up. I'm kidding I have absolutely no clue why he decided to pause. He continued, "are creatures that reflect one's biggest fear. They are physical visible representations of your greatest fear. They can be expelled by a simple 'Riddikulus!' spell, transforming into something you consider less hostile." Teddy concluded.

"I'll show you guys an example, after which, please line up keeping discipline in mind," Teddy instructed. I don't know but he's one of the most chill, lenient teachers and/or guys to ever exist and yet maintains perfect discipline in everything and makes others do the same.

That's probably why he's head boy, dumbass, some part of my brain whispered, as Teddy pushed this giant ass broom closet to the middle of the classroom using magic.

He waved his wand and the closet opened with a whoosh, revealing two lifeless bodies. I saw him roll his eyes and casually expel the boggart back into the closet with a quiet, "Riddikulus."

Is that guy a psycho? Is he okay? What the hell?

Teddy looked around the class and realised that we were all staring at him like he was crazy.

"Hey man, you okay?" A familiar voice came through. I whipped my head to see if my presumption was true.

Mr Riddle, leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in his hot glory

"You," Teddy paused to point a finger at him, "shouldn't be here. Go to your class, dipshit." He smiled.

"Free period," Theo shrugged, "This chick I like is in your class." He looked around the class, smirking, and then catching my eye, winked at me, and held the stare.

I looked away, blushing, choosing to look at Silvia who was gasping.

She smacked my arm, "You never told me!" she whispered.
"You're saying that like I had any idea," I answered, being honest.

"I'm going to be a tad bit unprofessional. But oi dickhead, hands off my sister, before I make sure you don't have hands," Teddy chuckled probably to lighten the threat, but his chuckle was dryer than women's cunts in front of anti-abortionists, "Get out now," he said, in a much lighter tone.

Mattheo rolled his eyes. "Why, oh why, is she the youngest girl of too many brothers?" He shook his head, giving me butterflies and then left.

"All right, line up, before we get disrupted once again," Teddy ordered.

People were getting up hesitantly as Teddy cleared up the desk with a swish of his wand.

"What was the psycho numb thing?" Silvia asked in a loud voice.

"Boggarts are all I've taught since today morning. Three periods straight and learning and revising this in all my years I've been a student does that to you." Teddy said, rolling his eyes

Silvia seemed satisfied with that and jogged up to the front becoming fourth in line with me right behind her.

"Do we get to leave after we're done?" I asked hoping to ask Mattheo whatever he was talking about.

"Yeah, you do," Teddy answered intently watching the first person, and then diverting his gaze to me as he realised it was me, "Miss Potter, perhaps it would be better if you went last considering..." he trailed off giving me an offer I didn't want.

"I'm good Professor, I can go," I reassured him, really wanting to go back. It had been ten minutes since the class had started, and free periods or early lettings are just .

"Maybe-," Teddy started, insisting.

"Teddy Remus Lupin, you cannot forbid me from doing this on my turn. If you try convincing me one more time, I'll tell Victorie about that time-" I was about to go on before I was interrupted.

"Okayy," Teddy said in an exaggerated loud voice, "Who is next? Ah Silvia, go ahead."

Everyone watched as the boggart took the shape of a giant pizza.

What?

Ew is that pineapple?

Omfg she's Italian. Of course, her biggest fear is pineapple pizza.

"Riddikulus!" She exclaimed as it transformed into a pepperoni pizza.

She moved out of the way. I saw the boggart transform into a person. Shit.

Maybe Teddy was right.

I saw the person holding a book.

What? Now I'm just confused as to what is taking place.

The person dog-eared a page. And then ripped another. Holy fuck.

No. "Riddikulus!" I yelled as the book restored its page, the dog-ear flattened out and the spine looked good as new.

That was too much trauma to deal with. I need a break.

Teddy, on the other hand, seemed relieved, like it was fine, whatever I had just witnessed.

I left the class, prepared to sprint my way to the dorm.

I entered using my keys and took off my shoes. I ditched the uniform on the sofa.

I need a Kit Kat. I went off to the kitchen, to check the fridge.

"What the-" a shirtless Mattheo greeted me as he spilt coffee on himself.

"I-" he tried amending, "Hey, Via do you not have class?"

"We-erm got let go early," I replied not being able to take my eyes off him.

The man is irr-fucking-resistible

"Uh-do you want to hang out? With me having a shirt on if that's better, of course." He chuckled as he scratched his neck.

"Erm- yeah sure. I'll just grab a KitKat."

About an hour later, had switched games about seven times, now on two truths and a lie.

We were sitting cross-legged in his room on his bed.

"Okay umm" I paused thinking, dragging out the mmm sound, and drumming my artificial nails on the board game box of 'Battleship.' "Let's see. My favourite colour is red. I have almost gotten myself killed, and I have the same birthday as Taylor Swift."

"Okay-well," he stopped thinking, "Well," he repeated, "I want to say the second one is the lie?" he asked, more than answered.

"Is that your final answer?" I asked feeling victory await me from a point away.

"Yeah, sure," Mattheo answered.

"My favourite colour is blue," I said smugly.