The heavy oak doors of the Slytherin common room swing open, and the victorious Quidditch team strolls in, sweat-drenched but grinning, as the room erupts into deafening cheers. Draco leads the charge, basking in the victory as he tosses his broom aside, Blaise clapping him on the back with a knowing smirk. Enzo and Theo follow behind, laughing as they’re greeted by some eager fans.

Mattheo, still catching his breath from the intensity of the match, is near the back. His hair is windswept, and there's a lingering adrenaline in his sharp gaze as he surveys the room.

Theo notices Mattheo’s eyes scanning the crowd, searching for something, or rather someone. Nudging him with his elbow, Theo chuckles. “So, who are you celebrating with tonight, Riddle?” he asks.

Mattheo's lips twitch into a faint smile, his eyes finally locking onto you across the room. You’re standing near the fireplace, your arms crossed with a knowing grin on your face as you watch the chaos unfold. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, and that smirk of his grows.

“I think I’ve got someone in mind,” Mattheo says quietly, his voice low and deliberate, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Theo follows Mattheo's gaze and shakes his head with a grin. “Of course,” Theo laughs softly, taking a sip of his drink.

Without missing a beat, Mattheo makes his way through the crowd toward you, his eyes never leaving yours. When he reaches you, his smirk softens, and there's something different in the way he looks at you now.

“Seems like we’ve got something to celebrate, don’t you think?” Mattheo asks, his voice low as he leans in slightly, the room’s noise fading into the background.

You arch an eyebrow. “Oh? And what makes you think I’m the one you should be celebrating with?”

His smirk deepens, his eyes gleaming. “Just a feeling,” he murmurs, leaning in a little closer. "But I’m not usually wrong about these things."

And with that, the party fades into the background, the night now full of possibilities.