The pub’s stage is small but charming, tucked into the corner, with a mic stand and an acoustic guitar resting on a stool. The crowd leans in as your voice cuts through the chatter, smooth and haunting, capturing everyone’s attention.

You’re standing under the glow of a spotlight, your eyes closed as you sing:

You said you hated your father, but you're workin' for him now I said I'd love you for life, but I just sold our house...

At a corner table near the back, Mattheo sits stiffly, flanked by his friends—Draco, Blaise, Theo, Theodore, Lorenzo, Regulus, and Pansy. They’re not usually the pub-going type, but Blaise insisted on a night out to "shake things up." None of them expected to find you here.

Mattheo’s eyes are locked on you, his jaw tight as if he’s trying to stay composed. He doesn’t look away for even a second, his knuckles whitening around the pint glass in his hand.

Astoria, seated next to Draco, leans forward, her voice hushed but audible to the group. “Is this about Mattheo?”

Pansy, who has been watching Mattheo’s reaction, gasps. “Oh my God. It is about him.”

You continue singing, pouring emotion into the words, oblivious to their presence:

We were kids at the start, I guess we're grown-ups now, mm Couldn't ever imagine even havin' doubts But not everything works out, no... Couldn't ever imagine even havin' doubts But not everything works out, no Now I'm out dancin' with strangers You could be casually datin' Damn, it's all changin' so fast

As the song ends, the crowd erupts into applause. You step off the stage and make your way to the dance floor, where a group of young men—laughing and animated—wave you over. You smile, joining them without hesitation.

Mattheo’s gaze darkens as he watches you laugh and move to the rhythm of the music.

“Who are those guys she’s dancing with?” he asks, his tone clipped.

Draco leans back in his chair, smirking. “Someone’s jealous, hmm?”