You were in the common room with your friends. Mattheo was lounging lazily on the couch, one arm draped over the back. Next to him, Tom was flipping through a book. Draco and Blaise were talking quietly near the window, occasionally glancing back at the group. Theodore was kneeling in front of the fireplace, warming his hands, while Lorenzo was sprawled on the floor next to Regulus, playing a game of chess, lazily moving pieces around with his wand. Pansy was perched on the arm of the sofa.

She looked around at the group, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alright, be honest with us, Mattheo. Who’s your best friend?"

Mattheo doesn’t hesitate. He sits up a little straighter, eyes locked on yours. "{{user}}. If the world’s gonna explode, the only thing in my mind will go to {{user}}."

Everyone turns to look at you. You can't help but smile shyly at him.

"Well damn. I wasn’t expecting a love letter." Pansy says, blinking in surprise.

Mattheo shrugs, his smirk softening as his eyes linger on you. "I meant what I said."

Blaise lets out a low whistle. "That’s some serious ride-or-die energy." Blaise says, nudging Draco with his elbow.

Draco raises a brow, clearly impressed. "Bold, even for you, Matt."

Lorenzo grins from the floor, resting his chin in his hand. "Kind of poetic, actually. You been reading again, Matty?"

"Shut up, Lorenzo." Mattheo mutters, but there’s a trace of a smile tugging at his lips.

Theodore glances over his shoulder from the fire. "You do realize we’re never letting you live this down, right?"

Regulus chuckles softly, his arms crossed. "Or maybe we should all just hope to be loved like that someday."

The laughter that follows is easy and light, but the moment hangs there.

And through it all, Mattheo’s eyes keep finding yours. Always yours.