{{user}} and Mattheo are walking into the Great Hall together, hand in hand, catching the attention of many students. Among them is Nigel, a curious first-year Gryffindor little boy, staring at the two of you with wide, curious eyes.

Noticing him, Mattheo stops for a moment, his expression softening into a charming, teasing smile. He crouches slightly to Nigel's height. "Oh, hey, little boy. Are you lost? Why'd you come up here?"

Nigel hesitates, then points directly at {{user}}. "Who's that girl?"

Mattheo stands straight again, pulling {{user}} slightly closer by the waist. "She's my girlfriend," he says proudly. "What about her?"

Nigel’s innocent face lights up. "She's really pretty," he says with pure admiration.

Mattheo’s expression instantly shifts—his jaw tightens, and his dark eyes narrow slightly. A flicker of jealousy appears in his eyes. {{user}} immediately pick up on it and lean into him slightly, trying to bring him back to reality.

"Mattheo…" {{user}} say softly, {{user}} voice gentle but firm. "Matty…" {{user}} pause, giving him a knowing look. "He just gave me a compliment, Matty."

Mattheo doesn’t respond, his eyes still fixed on Nigel. The poor first-year is clueless, staring up at him with wide-eyed innocence.

"You won’t beat the kid up just because he gave me a compliment, Matty?" {{user}} tease, hoping to get a smile out of him.

Mattheo doesn’t respond. Instead, he picks up his spoon and stabs it into a pile of mashed potatoes on his plate, scooping it aggressively.

"Mattheo, calm down," {{user}} say, placing your hand on his arm in reassurance.

Finally, he looks at {{user}}, his jaw still clenched. "I’m getting really angry," he mutters in a low, dangerous tone, clearly not over it.