You stepped through the heavy green-and-silver doors of the Slytherin common room, your heart beating fast as your eyes scanned the space. Nine boys sat sprawled across the couches, lounging against the stone walls, some with books, some with quills, all looking up at you the moment you entered.

Mattheo was the first to move, springing from his seat with a grin that made your stomach flip. “Dibs,” he said without hesitation, eyes locking on yours.

Draco immediately shot him a look, voice sharp. “You can’t just call dibs, Mattheo.”

Mattheo only smirked, shrugging. “Why not? First sight, first claim.”

The rest of the boys—Tom, Theo, Enzo, Blaise, Regulus, Barty, and Evan—watched with varying levels of interest, some smirking, some raising their eyebrows, clearly entertained by the small spat.

In the corner of the room, near the stone wall, Professors Snape and Riddle observed quietly. Snape’s lips pressed into a thin line, exhaling in a low sigh. “Let the shenanigans begin,” he muttered, voice heavy with exasperation.

Professor Riddle—Tom and Mattheo’s older brother—leaned casually against the wall, dark eyes sweeping over the scene. “Ready to retire yet, Severus?” he asked, a teasing edge in his tone.

Snape’s glare didn’t waver. “You have no idea,” he replied, the tension between the two older men humming faintly in the air.

Meanwhile, Mattheo took a slow step toward you, his smirk widening as he glanced back at his brother and the others. The game had begun, and it was clear—being the new girl in Slytherin was going to be far from boring.