Mattheo

Colorful leaves are falling down in early October. 6th year had started a month ago and we were already doing stupid shit. I knew it would be stupid to say yes. I knew I would regret it. But I did it anyway. Because when Mattheo asks for something, he’s like a puppy you can’t say no to. It would hurt both of you to let him down. So, of course, when he says, “Do you wanna hop on my broom and fly over mountains and just above the forbidden forest?” I say yes even though I’m terrified of heights. So here I am, sitting in the back of my boyfriend’s broom, holding onto him for dear life, trying not to cry as he cackles at me. “It really isn’t funny!” I try to out-yell the wind whipping by. This just makes him laugh harder. We’re traveling over seemingly endless fields with splotches of orange and red trees. It’s beautiful, but I’m sure I would like it more from the ground. “Alright,” he says, tilting his head towards me slightly while turning back to Hogwarts. “Any more stops?”