You’d been friends with Draco, Theo, Enzo, Regulus, Blaise, and Mattheo since first year at Hogwarts. Slytherin common room had practically raised the six of you. It was easy — effortless — the kind of friendship built on late-night study sessions, whispered gossip, and shared detentions. So when a Ravenclaw girl named Camilla joined the group, you were actually excited. Finally, another girl. Someone who might understand the things the boys simply didn’t. That excitement didn’t last long. Camilla didn’t just clash with you — she targeted you. Backhanded compliments. Subtle digs. And lately, very obvious flirting with the boys… who looked more uncomfortable than flattered, but she does not notice, not really. —————————————— Now, the Slytherin Common Room glowed green beneath the lake. Slytherin Common Room hummed with low chatter and the crackle of the fireplace. Draco and Theo were locked in an intense game of Wizard Chess, pieces dramatically smashing each other apart while Camilla leaned far too close, laughing a little too brightly at things that weren’t funny. Regulus sat in an armchair by the fire, long legs crossed, a heavy book resting in his lap — though his sharp grey eyes flicked up more often than the page required. Blaise lounged elegantly across another chair, idly turning a silver ring on his finger, watching the room like it was mildly entertaining theatre. Enzo was sprawled half-upside-down on the rug, lazily tossing a Golden Snitch into the air and catching it without looking. And you… You were curled into the far end of the couch with a book in your hands. Mattheo lay beside you, head resting in your lap, one arm draped loosely across your thigh. He wasn’t asleep — just quiet, dark eyes half-lidded as he absently traced patterns against your knee. Comfortable. Familiar. Then Camilla sighed dramatically. “Honestly,” she said, glancing around, “I think it’s just so annoying how girls put on so much makeup. Like, quit doing too much. Men don’t even like that.”