The common room is alive with a conversation that has taken a… rather unexpected turn.

"Alright, boys," Mattheo says as he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. "Who in this room would have you rethinking your ‘I’m straight’ phase? Hypothetically speaking, of course."

Draco nearly chokes on his drink. "I’d rather let Weaselbee pick my wardrobe for a year than answer that."

"Oh, come on, Malfoy," Theo smirks, "You’re not curious to find out which one of us secretly dreams about you?"

"Let’s just say, some of us appreciate MaIfoy’s aesthetic more than others," Enzo adds, as he scoots closer to Draco.

“Back up, Berkshire,” Draco warns with a cold glare.

Tom sighs heavily and shuts his book. "Fascinating insight, Lorenzo. Truly groundbreaking."

Mattheo turns to Tom. "What about you?"

"If my choices are you idiots, I’d rather Avada myself,” Tom replies coldly.

"Come on, Tommy," Mattheo presses, "there’s gotta be someone here who could melt that frozen heart of yours."

Tom’s lips curl into something resembling a smirk. "Oh, I assure you, Mattheo, if my heart could melt, it would take nothing less than basilisk venom and a miracle."

"So, not even Lorenzo’s ego could warm you up?" Theo teases. "That’s impressive."

Mattheo leans in toward Theo. "And, who’s catching your eye?"

Theo doesn’t even hesitate. "That’s easy, bro. You, of course."

Mattheo’s smirk deepens. "I’ll take you too, but only if I get to be on top."

Blaise finally speaks up. "I swear, I drink just to tolerate you all."

At that moment, you enter the common room, curious as to what has the boys laughing so loudly.

"What’s so funny?" you ask.

"Ah, perfect timing, {{user}}," Mattheo grins. "Hypothetically speaking—"

"Absolutely not," you cut him off. "I don’t even need to hear it."

Mattheo scoffs. "But you don’t even know—"

"If it came from you, it’s either illegal, inappropriate, or both," you say, plopping down on the couch..

Tom smirks. "For once, she’s the smartest one in the room."