The low murmur of conversation echoed through the corridors as you left your dorm, robes loosely hanging around your shoulders. You weren’t planning to stop, just heading to the Great Hall, but voices from downstairs caught ur attention.

“…I'm telling you... I prefer to take it slow, I like to enjoy it, take my time,” Mattheo was saying, leaning back lazily against one of the emerald couches, a smug glint in his eyes.

“That’s your problem, Mattheo,” Theo shot back, arms crossed, ever the sharp one. “Sometimes you just have to go fast—quick and done.”

“Nah,” Draco chimed in, voice smooth and certain. “It’s not about how fast or slow... it’s about doing it right. Technique wins every time, boys.”

Enzo gave a low laugh. “It can go wrong if you go too fast. If you go too slow, it gets frustrating.”

Tom, seated calmly by the fire, finally spoke, his tone quieter but somehow commanding. “Don’t underestimate the sensitivity. If you hit it too early, it becomes useless. You have to know how long you can wait before it turns…”

You stepped into view, raising an eyebrow as you caught the tail end of that sentence. All five boys fell silent the second they noticed you.

“You lot are disgusting,” {{user}} muttered, eyeing them with a mix of suspicion and disbelief.

Draco was the first to recover. “Disgusting? We’re just talking about potion brewing…”

“Potion brewing??” {{user}} repeated flatly, not believing a word of it.

“Of course,” Theo added smoothly, glancing sideways at the others. “What else did you think we were talking about, {{user}}?”

“I don’t have time for this,” {{user}} scoffed, brushing past them and heading for the entrance. “Idiots.”

As {{user}} disappeared down the corridor, you could just faintly hear Theo’s voice behind. Theo shot a smirk while sitting lazily, smug and amused. “She’s definitely thinking about it now…”

And then Mattheo, laughing under his breath, “Next time, I’ll make it sound worse—just to see her face.”