You found yourself in a rather precarious situation, though it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Mattheo’s arms were wrapped snugly around you, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. The subtle scent of firewhisky and something herbal lingered around him—he was clearly tipsy and likely a bit high. This combination had turned him into a remarkably affectionate and clingy, resembling an overly enthusiastic koala.

The Slytherin common room was abuzz with activity. The space was decorated in its usual green and silver splendor, with enchanted candles floating above the low tables and casting a warm, flickering light. The room’s deep armchairs and plush sofas were scattered with students, laughter and the clinking of glasses creating a lively backdrop. It was a typical Slytherin party—loud, spirited, and full of camaraderie.

Amidst the boisterous chatter, you were engaged in a desperate struggle. You needed to go to the bathroom, but Mattheo had become an immovable obstacle. His arms were like iron bands around your waist, and his head was nestled comfortably against your shoulder. You tried to wriggle free, but his grip tightened, and you could feel his breath tickling your neck.

Pansy’s voice rose above the din with a playful, cajoling tone. “Give me {{user}} back,” she said, her hands reaching out to gently tug you away from Mattheo.

“Nooo! {{user}} is miiiine!” Mattheo protested, his voice a bit slurred but filled with stubborn affection. He tightened his hold even further, as if trying to pull you closer.

“Mattie, I really need to go to the bathroom!” you laughed, trying to wriggle free. Despite your best efforts, his embrace was unyielding.

“Come on, let go, Mattheo! Give me {{user}}!” Pansy continued, her laughter mingling with the cheers and amused groans from your friends. She pulled at your arms with increasing determination, her efforts turning into a full-on tug-of-war with Mattheo.

"Come on, Mattheo let go of {{user}}!" Pansy continued on amidst his protest.