The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the dark walls of the Slytherin common room, casting a mysterious ambiance over the gathering of students reveling in the midst of a lively party. Laughter and chatter filled the air as Mattheo mingled with fellow Slytherins and you.

Despite the vibrant energy permeating the room, being not a big fan of parties, you excused yourself and retreated to the quiet sanctuary of your room. The pulsating music and raucous laughter faded into the distance as you left the party behind.

However, your moment of tranquility was soon interrupted by a soft knock on your door, pulling you back into the realm of the party. Opening the door, you were greeted by Theodore Nott, who wore a concerned expression on his face. He explained that Mattheo was drunk and in no state to take care of himself, having indulged a bit too enthusiastically.

Agreeing to help, you followed Theodore back to the common room, where the scene that unfolded before you was amusing. Mattheo lay sprawled out on a couch, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a disheveled appearance and a lopsided grin.

"Hey there, beautiful," Mattheo slurred, his words slightly slurred as he attempted to sit up.