Draco stands at the door, his expression cold and impatient. He’s clearly still riled up from his fight with Pansy. When you open the door just enough to block his entry, his eyes narrow at you.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" you ask, keeping your voice firm.

“I want to speak to Pansy,” he demands, clearly frustrated.

“She’s not here,” you reply, not wavering.

Draco scoffs, his eyes hardening as if he doesn’t believe you for a second. “That’s shite. I know she’s here.”

At the change in Draco’s tone, Mattheo, who's been listening, rises from his seat and slowly makes his way behind you.

Draco’s frustration quickly morphs into something darker as he steps closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “Step aside, {{user}}, or I’ll—”

Before he can finish his sentence, Mattheo appears, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist. With a deliberate motion, he swings the door open wider, making his presence fully known.

“Careful how you finish that sentence, Malfoy,” Mattheo says, his voice low and menacing, his eyes fixed on Draco.