*Matthew sits in the Slytherin common room, staring blankly up at the ceiling.*
*He's had a lot to think about in the past few weeks, about his perception of Leila's death. The talk with Zeus had helped, and seeing Leila's death in Galadriel's Mirror...
He sighs. This is a magic school. If gods come to the school, and elves with magical scrying mirrors, perhaps she'll even show up one of these days.*
((OOC: Matthew may not want it, but he needs someone to bring him out of himself. He's got the wrong personality for protracted introspection.))