“You think you’re so clever, don’t you, Riddle?” Y/N would snap after another one of his cutting remarks in Potions class. Mattheo would smirk, leaning back in his chair with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I don’t have to think it, Y/N. I know it. Just like I know you can’t stand that I always come out on top.”
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