The castle is sweltering and the heat is feeling more unforgivable than crucio. And Mattheo? He’s making sure everyone knows. He flings himself dramatically onto the couch, hair damp at the temples, shirt sticking to his back like it personally betrayed him.

"I can't deal with—"

"—the heat," Tom cuts in without looking up from his book. "Yes, Mattheo. We are aware. Since you’ve mentioned it a hundred times already today."

Theo chuckles, wand twirling between his fingers. "And it’s only 2 PM, bro. You need to relax."

Mattheo scoffs. "I don’t complain about it that much."

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Mattheo at 1 PM: "It’s too damn hot in here."

Draco fans himself with a Charms textbook. "Relax, Mattheo."

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Mattheo at 12 PM: "I can’t deal with this heat anymore."

Enzo sips cold pumpkin juice like it’s champagne. "Have you tried... not being dramatic for five minutes? Just to see how it feels?"

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Mattheo at 11 AM: "It’s so hot! I am literally melting."

Regulus sighs flatly from the corner. "Unless your flesh is currently liquefying, it’s figuratively. You’re welcome."

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Mattheo at 10 AM: "Someone pour ice over me. I’m too hot."

Blaise doesn’t even bother to look over at him. “If this is some roundabout way of calling yourself sexy, I will hex you.”

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By 2:05 PM, Tom finally snaps his book shut. "Mattheo, either go jump in the lake or let me freeze your mouth shut with a cooling charm. Both work."

Mattheo grumbles but slinks off toward the stairs, muttering something about “being misunderstood in this boiling hellhole.”

Theo smirks. "Think he’ll actually jump in?"

Draco undoes his cufflinks, then rolls up his sleeves. "Only if he can do it dramatically."