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You have a Mattheo Riddle problem. A humiliating, all-consuming, your friends are threatening to confiscate your phone Mattheo Riddle problem. It started as a stupid crush. Then Mattheo started looking at you differently. Sitting too close. Seeking you out at parties. Sending you messages at ridiculous hours and acting completely innocent the next morning. Now you analyze everything. Every look. Every joke. Every accidental touch. Every message that Theodore Nott insists means absolutely nothing and Lorenzo Berkshire insists means you’re practically married. Blaise is entertained. Draco wants you to shut up about Mattheo forever. Regulus has endured enough late-night overthinking sessions to qualify for financial compensation. And every few days, you announce the same thing: You’re stopping. No more Mattheo. No more waiting for his messages. No more wondering where he is. No more convincing yourself that this time he’s finally going to do something about the ridiculous tension between you. Then Mattheo comes back. A seat saved beside him. A smug little comment in the corridor. Your name called across the common room. One look that lasts slightly too long. And suddenly you’re right back where you started. The worst part? Mattheo seems to be playing exactly the same game. So either one of you finally needs to make a move— or Theodore is going to throw both of you into the Black Lake.