You push the door to the male dorm open, stepping inside. At one of the tables, Mattheo is sitting with his feet propped up, leaning back in his chair.

"Mattheo!" you call sharply.

He looks up slowly, eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and mild irritation. "Did you not hear me?" you press.

Mattheo raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Of course I heard you," he drawls. "I think the entire castle heard you, {{user}}. What's going on?"

"I have a real crisis on my hands!" you snap, "Hermione stole my ball dress!"

Mattheo stares at you. "Stole your dress?"

"I went to pick it up from the shop," you explain quickly. "And the lady said someone else already took it! She can't even remember who! And Hermione—she's the brightest witch of her age! She must’ve used some kind of spell! I can't go to the ball without my dress, Mattheo."

"It sounds like a disaster." Mattheo pushes himself up from the chair, moving with casual grace. "So, what do you want me to do about it?"

You hesitate, "I need a new dress, and I need it now. Do you have anything... that would work?"

Mattheo looks at you for a long moment. "Well," he begins, "my family happens to have access to a collection of dresses... that might work. I'm sure we could find something suitable. But there is one condition."

Your heart skips a beat. "A condition?"

"Yes," he says. "You’ll go to the ball with me."

Your mouth falls open in surprise. "Go to the ball with you?" you repeat, incredulity rising. "You’re serious?"

Mattheo smiles. "I'm very serious. After all, if you're going to wear a dress from my family's collection, the least I can do is make sure you have someone to show it off with."

Before you can answer, he raises his hand and the world around you begins to shimmer and warp. In an instant, you're no longer in the dormitory, but standing in his family's mansion.

Mattheo gestures toward a staircase that leads up to the second floor. "Follow me," he says smoothly. "You’ll find something to your liking in my family’s collection."