Mattheo's POV:

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"I think I'm in love with Elizabeth Lestrange."

As soon as I say that the two guys sat opposite me burst out laughing.

"Seriously?! Can you stop laughing? I'm trying to be serious, and it was you Theo that convinced me of this!" I slam my hand down on the table.

They finally calm down but have grins on their faces. Theo refills our glasses with more alcohol.

"You're very thickheaded, brother. I know you barely passed your OWLs and NEWTs, but I didn't think you were so dumb. It's quite an obvious fact." Tom remarked.

I glare at him until the grin leaves his face. "Well since I'd never experienced love before, how was I supposed to know that?" I spit back.

"I guess that's true. Poor wittle Matty and Tommy, never got love from their daddy." Theodore teases both of us. Tom slap him across the back of the head.

"I might have never gotten love from my father, but I can get a lot of love from your mother, Nott." My brother smirks and proceeds to drink more from Theodore's glass.

"You still send letters to my mum?!" That earns Tom a punch to the arm and an angry look from the man sat next to him. "You said you'd stop!"

"Oops." Tom's answer is short, and a very non genuine one.

I cough to get the ant brains' attention.

"You two can argue over Mrs Nott later, currently we have a Miss Lestrange to talk about." I try keep my tone empty of any emotion, but I am desperate for their advice; however bad it is.

"Maybe try talking to her, with words and not knives. It works for most people. Though you aren't very normal." Theodore scoffs after Tom speaks. "'Not very normal.' He's a bit more than that. But before we tell you how to deal with your little crush-" He is cut off before he can finish his sentence.

"It's more of an obsession. He's crazy for her, it would actually be concerning if I gave a fuck. I'm more concerned on how Lizzie is dealing with this. Brother, you are truly a maniac." Tom's I'm-better-than-you tone really bothers me.

"A maniac that can still hurt his own baby brother. So unless you know how to get me this girl, you can shut your mouth and I'll make you forget this conversation." I almost growl at him.

That's weird. I have been rude to my younger brother before, but never to threaten death. Has Lestrange changed me? I mean, I have had moments of jealousy in the past when I was him with her. The same with Berkshire. But this is more than jealousy. Am I going crazy because of her?

"Yes you are." I didn't even realise I said that last sentence out loud until  Tom replied to my accidental question.

I take a deep breath and run my fingers through my hair. "Please, help me." My voice is raw with emotion. The last time I was so distraught and needing guidance was when my mother passed. I was 6 and felt so alone...

Theodore and Tom's faces change immediately at my tone. They both lean forward, and their faces adopt a serious look.

Tom reaches out and uncurls my fist. I realise I was clenching her dagger in my palm again. When did I take it out of my sheath?

He takes the dagger from me and puts it in his own hidden pocket in his jacket.

"You either need to talk to her and face brutal rejection or take a break. If you don't do either, your new emotion of love will drive you wild. It's like a curse in our family; it happened to father and to our grandmother." Tom moves to sit next to me, leaving Theo by himself. His tone is calm and it faintly reminds me of when our mum used to read us bedtime stories.

"I can't choose. How do I turn away from this new drug -- love -- when it's so addictive. I know I should get rid of it, but I keep chasing after it, after her. And I know painfully well she doesn't want me back." I cover my face with my hands and let out a loud groan.

"Maybe if you chase after her enough, you'll catch her. You two have to get married and have a kid either way." Theo suggests. He finishes his glass.

"If only the person I've been stood still for grew some balls and took the few steps to me." Tom mutters angrily under his breath, shooting a glare more murderous than the killing curse at Theodore.

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Tom's POV:

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I glare at Theodore until he coughs and looks away. Coward.

At least Mattheo has calmed down a bit. Or has went into a silent rage.

Either way, he has some thinking to do.

"Go to your room, get drunk, make a decision, black out, wake up and make a decision. Then if the decision is the same both times, you've got it. If it's different, once you're not hung over anymore, make the decision one final time. Then do whichever one seems better." Theo suggests, taking a pack off cigarettes out of his pocket and gives each of us one. He lights them with his wand.

"Okay?" My older brother gets up and goes to his room. He looks a bit dazed.

Once Mattheo is gone and contemplating his whole love life, I look at Theo. He meets my eyes. He knows what I want to talk about.

I start the conversation. "You've been avoiding me, Theo."

All he does is nod.

I reach across the table and grab his hand. I intertwine our fingers.

"I'm sorry..." If I hadn't leaned in I would have missed his apology. It's a whisper, but a sincere one.

"Do you still want this? We haven't talked much since the engagement party. That was weeks ago, Theo." I mile gently and hope for one specific answer.

"Yes. Yes, of course I do."

Word count:1016

What was this chapter? Good question. I think I suck at dialogue, especially with more than two people.

But I promised to make up the missed chapter, so I did. I just guilt tripped myself into writing it ngl.

And I think all of the characters have changed personality? Oops. But hopefully I'm just imagining it.

Was it good? Was it bad? Honest opinions please babes.

I love all the comments and votes I see, tysm.

Should I redesign the cover for 15k reads?

Love all of you beautiful, handsome and gorgeous readers ❤.

-M♥︎