The common room is filled with familiar chaos, but for you, it’s just another day in the life of managing the most ridiculous group of boys.

"You have to stop doing stupid shite, Mattheo." You block the doorway to keep him from running off again.

"That sounds like a ‘you’ problem." Mattheo grins. "Besides, what’s life without a little risk?"

"Expulsion," Regulus mutters, flipping through his book. "That’s what life is without a little risk."

Draco exhales. "{{user}}, just let him go. He gets expelled, he gets expelled. It’s his money, not ours."

"Easy for you to say," you scoff. "Speaking of which, I’m thinking of getting some new shoes."

Draco rolls his eyes but pulls out his wallet without hesitation. "Of course you are. Just try not to bankrupt me before graduation."

Theo smirks. "{{user}}, if you don’t want Mattheo to get expelled, just convince Snäpe you’re carrying his child. He’d keep him around just for the drama."

Mattheo’s smirk drops instantly. "Not funny, Theo."

BIaise hums in thought. "It was a little funny."

"Blaise!" you shoot him a glare, but he just shrugs.

"Listen, I’m just here to observe the chaos," he says smoothly. "Speaking of which, how are things going with your father?"

You groan. "Oh, you mean the man who still sees me as a child and doesn’t realize I have to keep this group of lunatics from self-destruction on a daily basis? Yeah. Great. Really thriving."

Enzo nudges you gently. "You know you don’t have to do it alone, right?"

"I know, Enzo. Thanks."

"Alright, enough nonsense," Tom interjects from his usual chair. "I assume you’ve actually started your Transfiguration essay?"

You groan. "Do I look like I’ve started it?"

Tom sighs. "Pathetic. Truly."

You turn to see Mattheo sneaking out of the room. "Mattheo!"

"It’s too late! I’m already gone!" He yells before disappearing down the corridor.

You rub your temples. "Walking. Headache."

Theo smirks. "And yet, you wouldn’t trade us for anything."

You sigh. "Unfortunately."