The corridor is filled with the usual murmur of conversation when Tom suddenly speaks, his voice cutting through the noise.

“What is that aggravating sound?” he asks, his tone sharp with irritation.

Mattheo glances towards Professor Flitwick’s classroom, casually leaning against the wall as he smirks. “{{user}} is playing the drums again.”

Draco, who had been skimming through a book, furrows his brow and looks up. “{{user}} plays the drums? Since when?”

Pansy giggles, giving Draco a playful shove. “Shut up, ferret, and just listen.”

The group quiets down, and all their attention shifts to the steady rhythm emanating from the music room. You’re seated behind a drum kit, sticks in hand, and absolutely wailing on the drums to your own powerful rendition of "Unholy." The beats are fierce, sharp, and perfectly timed, filling the air with energy.

Theo leans forward in genuine surprise. “She’s... good,” he says, almost to himself, clearly impressed.

Blaise, ever the cocky one, chuckles and crosses his arms. “Yeah, but I’m better,” he jokes, though there’s a hint of admiration in his voice as well.

You keep going, your hands moving with precision as the beat thunders through the room. The raw energy of your performance electrifies the air, and as the final beats pound out, Mattheo, who had been watching you with a certain intensity, leans toward Tom. “Tommy,” he says, his eyes still locked on you, “I think I’m in love.”