The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet for once, only the fire crackling and the soft shuffle of cards on the table. The boys lounged lazily in the green-lit space, sprawled across chairs and couches with the comfort of people who’d grown up side by side.

Theo tossed his cards down and leaned back, smirking. “Alright, serious question. If we lived in the Muggle world, what job would you have? And don’t say ‘world dominator,’ Tom. That’s not a real job.”

Tom, seated with perfect posture near the fire, didn’t even blink. “Then call it president,” he said smoothly. “Less paperwork than domination. And Mattheo would be my head of security, mostly because he loves watching his fists do the talking.”

Mattheo grinned, leaning forward in his chair. “Appreciate it, Tommy…but my hands are already reserved for…other purposes.”

Theo groaned. “Let me guess. It has something to do with a doctor’s office and women, doesn’t it?”

Mattheo’s grin only widened. “I was actually gonna say massage therapist. Full body. Very hands on. Very…therapeutic. But hey—a white coat and a waiting room full of girls sounds reasonable too.”

Draco snorted, running a hand through his hair. “Sure. Meanwhile, I’ll be working overtime filing restraining orders in your name.”

Tom finally allowed the ghost of a smile. “You as a lawyer? To be honest, I always pictured you more in a hair salon. Maybe giving attitude with a blow dryer. Or offering unsolicited hair advice in French.”

The others chuckled, but Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t be mad just because my hair has more authority than your entire bloodline, Riddle.”

Theo let out a sharp whistle. “Ouch.”

Mattheo laughed, clapping his hands together. “He’s been saving that one.”

Theo smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Fine. If we’re being honest, I’d be a priest.”

The room went silent for half a beat before Mattheo barked out a laugh. “You’d burst into flames the second you touched holy water, bro.”

Theo leaned back, unbothered. “Maybe. But I like hearing sins. Especially the juicy ones.”

The group erupted into laughter, the sound echoing against the stone walls, filling the common room with the kind of reckless, easy energy only they could create.