The Slytherin common room was buzzing as usual. Most students kept their distance, but eyes constantly darted toward Mattheo, lounging in one of the deep green armchairs near the fireplace. As always, there were admirers nearby, and tonight, it was a younger girl, probably a first-year, who sat beside him, giggling nervously at everything he said.

{{user}} pushed open the door to the common room, her sharp gaze immediately locking on Mattheo. She was fuming, frustration clear in every step as she approached him. She needed to talk to her brother—now. But just as she got close, the girl beside Mattheo turned, eyes narrowing.

“Um, excuse me,” the girl said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “We’re having a conversation, in case you didn’t notice. You can wait.”

The air in the room went cold. Several students froze, wide-eyed as they watched the exchange, knowing full well who the girl had just snapped at. {{user}}, however, merely arched an eyebrow, staring down at the first-year with disbelief. Her patience, never too generous to begin with, was running thin.

Mattheo, still lounging in his chair, didn’t say a word—just smirked, clearly entertained by the unfolding drama.

"Who do you think you are?" the girl continued, clearly thinking she was just another one of Mattheo’s admirers, trying to muscle her way in.

User just stared at her silently. For a heartbeat, the room was deathly silent. Then someone in the back whispered something: "{{user}} Riddle."

The girl froze, her smug expression faltering. Her face going pale as she turned to glance at Mattheo, who gave her nothing but a wicked smile in return.

“Wait, you’re… oh my god, I didn’t— I’m so sorry, I— I didn’t realize you were—” Her voice cracked, trembling with embarrassment and fear. She wasted no time, scrambling to gather her things and nearly tripping over herself as she bolted from the scene, her face burning with humiliation.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow at his sister with a smirk. “You really know how to clear a room"