You were sitting with a bunch of friends in the Slytherin common room when Mattheo started going on and on about how you broke his nose.

“You ripped my t-shirt!” you retorted, eyebrows furrowed but struggling to hold back a grin.

“And you broke my nose—twice!” Mattheo shot back, holding up two fingers like he was explaining some great tragedy. “It healed, and then you broke it again! Two times!” His voice rose to a dramatic whine, and you couldn’t stop the Cheshire-cat grin spreading across your face.

The room went silent for a moment, the tension hanging in the air—until you leaned forward and clocked him again in the nose.

“Three times!” Blaise shouted, bursting into laughter. Draco and Pansy were in hysterics as Mattheo staggered back, clutching his face.

“Are you serious?!” he wailed, his voice muffled by his hands. “Three times? What is wrong with you?”

The laughter filled the room as you leaned back smugly, your grin only widening. Mattheo groaned, flopping onto the couch like the world was ending.