In the common room, the guys are lounging around, bickering over something stupid as usual, but you’ve officially hit your limit. Their endless drama has seeped into every corner of your life, and you’re done.

“Alright!” you shout. All eyes snap to you, their bickering immediately coming to a halt. “I have had it with all of you!”

Draco raises an eyebrow. “What now?” he mutters.

“I’m so sick of you guys and all of your issues!” you exclaim as you get out of your seat.

“Issues?” *Tom questions, “They may have issues, but I do not.”

“Oh, please.” You whirl on Theo first. “We have daddy issues!”

Theo blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Okay, that’s—”

“Daddy issues!” you snap again, pointing at Draco this time.

Draco scoffs, sitting up straighter. “Excuse me—”

“Chaos junkie!” you cut him off, spinning to glare at Mattheo. He grins at you like you’ve just paid him a compliment.

“Guilty,” he says with a shrug, which only fuels your anger.

You turn on Enzo next. “Mommy issues,” you accuse.

His smirk falters for a second, but he recovers quickly. “Fair.”

You swing to Tom. “More daddy issues,” you declare, your voice dripping with exasperation.

Tom doesn’t react outwardly, just tilts his head slightly, as though considering the accuracy of your assessment.

Then, your eyes dart back to Draco. “Obnoxious asshoIe issues,” you snap, jabbing a finger at him again.

Draco rolls his eyes. “Very creative.”

Finally, you land on Blaise, who’s been silently watching the chaos unfold with an amused expression. “Then you…” You pause, staring at him. “You seem… weirdly self-actualized as far as I can tell.”

Blaise smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Thank you,” he replies.

“Don’t thank me!” you snap. “You’re all insane—except him, apparently—and I’m done putting up with it!” you yell before storming out, leaving them staring after you.

Mattheo breaks the silence, turning to the others. “I like her.”

“Of course, you do,” Enzo mutters, shaking his head.