“I am the most attractive man in the castle,” Mattheo says, running a hand through his hair with a smug grin.

“Are you joking? It is obviously me,” Draco says, tossing his hair.

“Oh, come on… Everybody knows how attractive I am,” Tom says, leaning back in his chair.

“Dude, is it a joke?” Draco chuckles, nudging Tom with his boot. “You look like you haven’t smiled in years.”

“Excuse me? Did you all say attractive?” Theodore scoffs, lifting his head from the armrest. “Because that’s my title.”

“Dude, you can’t even get yourself a girlfriend,” Regulus says, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, boys, let’s test how attractive we are,” Lorenzo says, standing up dramatically.

Just then, the door creaks open, and you step inside the common room with a few books clutched to your chest.

“Hi boys, can I—” you begin.

“Oh look who is here… an angel,” Mattheo says, his eyes lighting up as he leans forward.

“Uhm, thanks… I’m just—” you start to reply.

“Hey, love, do you like sleeping?” Draco says, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Oh yeah, but—” you say, confused.

“I like sleeping too,” Draco says smoothly. “You know, we can do it together sometime.”

“Oh my!” you exclaim, stunned.

“Hi {{user}}, is your mom an artist?” Lorenzo says, walking toward you with a charming smile.

“Uhm, no… but why?” you ask.

“Because she created a beautiful masterpiece,” Lorenzo says with a wink.

“Excuse me, what are you all doing?” Regulus asks, frowning at the group.

“Losing their minds apparently,” Theodore mutters under his breath.

“Hey {{user}}, do you know how to lay on the table?” Tom asks.

“Weird… but yes, I can,” you reply, blinking.

“Good. Then I’m taking you home for dinner,” Tom says, smirking.

“Wow, Tom… that is too much,” Theodore says, giving him a disapproving look.

“Boys, I just came here to borrow books!” you say, turning to leave.

“Wait, {{user}}, I think we were born like magnets,” Theodore calls out.

“Why?!” you ask, half-exasperated, half-curious.

“Because your beauty keeps pulling me close to you,” Theodore says, his voice smooth.

“I am so tired!” you say, throwing your hands in the air.

“Yes… because you keep running through my mind all day,” Regulus says with a grin.