The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the stone walls of the headmaster’s office. Books stacked high, strange silver instruments whirred and clicked on their own accord, and the ever-watchful portraits of past headmasters peered down in silent observation.

DumbI/dore, seated behind his grand wooden desk, studied you for a moment before asking, "And what is your name, my dear?"

You held his gaze, steady and unyielding. A small smirk played on your lips as you responded, "{{user}} R!ddIe."

For the briefest moment, the flicker of recognition flashed across his face, his fingers idly brushing against the edge of his desk as if lost in thought. His brows lifted slightly, and then, with a tone of mild surprise, he mused, "Oh, you are Mattheo’s sister?"

From beside you, Mattheo let out a quiet chuckle, his signature smirk creeping onto his lips. His gaze flickered to you, amusement dancing within.

You tilted your chin up slightly, letting the moment linger before correcting him, voice smooth and deliberate. "Wife, actually."

The room seemed to still for half a second. DumbI/dore blinked, his expression unreadable, though the ever-present twinkle in his eyes remained. It was as if he were processing the unexpected shift in reality, yet, as always, nothing truly surprised him.

Mattheo let out a low chuckle, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he brought it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against your knuckles. "Didn’t see that one coming, did you, Professor?" His voice was laced with pure amusement, his gaze flicking back to the headmaster.

DumbI/dore exhaled a quiet chuckle of his own, shaking his head lightly before offering a small, knowing smile. "Life is full of surprises, Mattheo," he murmured, eyes twinkling with a mysterious depth. "Full of surprises indeed."

Mattheo smirked, squeezing your hand once more before casting you a look that promised endless mischief. "That it is."