The warm glow of the common room fireplace cast flickering shadows across the walls as the boys lounged around in various states of relaxation. Mattheo had claimed the armrest of one of the couches. Theodore was seated on the floor, his back against the couch, flipping through a book he wasn’t really reading. Blaise and Lorenzo occupied another couch, deep in a quiet conversation, while Draco leaned casually against the mantel, arms crossed, watching the others with a small smirk. Regulus, as usual, was perched in the corner, silent but attentive, his sharp gray eyes glinting in the firelight.

“Alright,” Theodore said suddenly, snapping his book shut and looking directly at you with his signature calm intensity. “{{user}}, what’s your type?”

The room went quiet for a beat, and then all heads turned toward you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Mattheo grinned broadly. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

You tilted your head. “Six feet tall and super strong…”

Mattheo let out a low whistle, already laughing. Theodore’s lips quirked into a subtle smile as he raised an eyebrow. “We always get along,” you added with a playful shrug.

“Alright, alright,” Theodore drawled, leaning forward slightly. “Tell us more about him.”

You leaned back, “He picked me up at eight, and not a minute late…”

Draco scoffed lightly, an amused glint in his eye. “Punctual, I’ll give him that,” he said.

The other boys exchanged curious glances as you added, “…Because I don’t like to wait long.”

“Kind,” you continued, your tone softening slightly, “and ain’t afraid to cry.”

Mattheo’s brows shot up in mock surprise. “Oh, sensitive. I see.”

“Or treat his mama right,” you finished. “That’s what I like.”

The room erupted into a mix of laughter and commentary.

“Bit demanding, aren’t we?” Draco teased, though the smirk on his face betrayed his amusement.

“I’d say that’s a solid list,” Regulus chimed in unexpectedly. “Can’t argue with that.”

“Alright, now I’m curious,” Mattheo said. “So which one of us ticks all those boxes?”