The Slytherin common room is unusually quiet, when Enzo suddenly sits up, his eyes glued to the television in the corner. “Hey, isn’t that—” He fumbles with the remote, turning up the volume. “That is {{user}}.”

Everyone looks up as your voice fills the room, singing with a passion that commands attention. The screen shows you onstage as the lyrics pour from your heart.

"You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you."

The camera pans across your striking figure, the spotlight illuminating your every move. In the corner of the room, Pansy exchanges a wide-eyed look with Blaise and Draco, the weight of your words sinking in.

Mattheo leans forward, staring at the screen with a mix of longing and guilt etched on his face. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t move, as your voice grows more intense.

"Was I such a fool? I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you."

The weight of the song presses down on the room like a storm cloud. Theo shakes his head, his expression dark as he breaks the silence. “You really fücked up, Matt.”

Mattheo exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark curls. His lips tighten, and his eyes betray the storm brewing inside him. “I know, okay?” he snaps, though his voice cracks at the end.

The song continues, each note hitting harder than the last.

“She’s not holding back,” Blaise murmurs, glancing at Mattheo. “That’s for you, and we all know it.”

Mattheo swallows hard before he gets up and leaves the room. After a moment, Draco takes his phone out and starts to text someone.

“What are you doing?” Pansy questions as she notices the mischievous glint in Draco’s eye.

Draco shakes his head as he presses the “send” button. “We need some live entertainment for the Yule Ball next month.”

A smirk tugs at the corners of Enzo’s mouth. “If you just did what I think you did, entertainment is putting it lightly.”

Draco says nothing, but just smiles. Enzo can’t help but chuckle. “Damn, and Maia says I’m the chaotic one.”