Mattheo sits on the sofa, arms crossed, frustration carved into every line of his jaw as he glares over at Tom.

Tom stands near the fireplace, completely unbothered, as always. Meanwhile, you’re seconds away from hexing him.

Mattheo lets out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, Tom, how do we apologize to people when we’ve done something wrong?”

Tom doesn’t even glance at him. “Apologize?” he scoffs. “I don’t apologize for anything, Mattheo. You should know this by now.”

Mattheo pinches the bridge of his nose. “Tom.”

Tom finally turns, arching a brow. “What? You asked.”

“I meant try, alright?” Mattheo mutters. “You hexed {{user}}’s chair to move whenever she tries to sit down. You have to say something.”

Tom tilts his head, pretending to think it over.

“Fine,” he says at last. You watch as he directs his attention towards you. “Unfuck you. Or whatever. Like that, I guess.”

Mattheo stares at him in disbelief.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” he groans. “That is not how apologies work!”

Tom shrugs, not even sparing you another glance. “That may not be how you apologize, but that’s how I do it.”

Tom looks back over at you, your jaw clenched so tight, you could crack a couple of teeth. “You’re welcome,” he adds.