In a corner near the hearth, Theodore leans forward in his chair, his hands clasped tightly as if holding something together. His voice is calm but carries a weight that suggests he’s still processing the truth of his words. "I broke up with {{user}}."

From the sofa nearby, Draco smirks, ever the bearer of unwelcome truths. "Rumor has it she already has a new boyfriend."

Theodore’s jaw tightens as he looks up, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "I don’t think so." He pauses, trying to mask the edge in his tone. "Who is he?"

Draco shrugs, clearly enjoying the opportunity to stir the pot, his smirk widening just enough to be infuriating. "I don’t know... But I think he’s coming."

The door of the common room creaks open, and the attention of everyone in the room shifts. Mattheo steps inside, his presence immediately commanding.

He’s new to the castle but he carries himself like someone who’s lived here his entire life. His dark, wavy hair falls messily over his forehead, and his sharp jawline is highlighted by the faint smirk that seems permanently etched on his lips.

Mattheo doesn’t just enter the room; he owns it. His steps are slow and deliberate, his gaze sweeping over the common room as though he’s already memorized its layout.

Conversations die as students look up, some intrigued, some wary. Word travels fast in the castle, and everyone knows who he is—or at least, the whispers about him.

"Evening, gentlemen." Mattheo says. His voice is smooth, with just the faintest edge of arrogance, as though he already knows he’s been the subject of their conversation.

Mattheo takes a few steps closer, his presence unshakable. "So... do you know {{user}}?"

Theodore’s lips press into a thin line. He doesn’t answer right away, but the weight of Mattheo’s question hangs heavily in the air.

Mattheo chuckles softly, his gaze locked on Theodore, as though daring him to respond. "Funny. I keep hearing things. About her... And I couldn’t help but wonder... where you fit into that."