Draco storms into the Slytherin common room, his face twisted with frustration. "Where the hell is my sister? She wasn’t in class today," he demands, his eyes scanning the room.

Pansy looks up from the couch, her expression calm as she answers, "She’s in her dorm. Said she has a headache and sore muscles."

Mattheo and Theo exchange a knowing glance, both struggling to keep straight faces. Mattheo suppresses a smirk, while Theo tries to remain casual.

"Sore muscles?" Draco asks, clearly not buying it. "From what?"

Pansy shrugs nonchalantly. "I don’t know. Too much fitness?"

Draco narrows his eyes in suspicion but lets it go, rolling his eyes as Pansy heads out of the room. He turns toward Mattheo and Theo, who give him a lazy nod and a half-hearted wave. Without another word, Draco huffs and walks off, still annoyed.

As soon as he’s out of sight, Theo chuckles, nudging Mattheo. "This is not going to end well, Riddle."

Mattheo grins, standing up from his seat with a mischievous look in his eye. "Shall we check on the sick one?"

Theo pushes himself off the wall and follows Mattheo. "Sure. Let's go see how bad these 'sore muscles' really are."

As they approach the door, Mattheo raises his hand to knock but pauses, leaning against the frame with a smirk. "Sore muscles, huh?" he mutters under his breath, amused at how easily the excuse had flown past Draco.

Theo chuckles softly beside him. "Draco’s gonna kill us if he finds out what really happened."

Mattheo shrugs with a grin. "He doesn’t have to know every little detail, does he?"

Theo smirks as Mattheo knocks lightly on your door. "Hey, sick one, you decent?" Mattheo calls out in a teasing voice.