The usual banter and mischief had been replaced by a strange silence in the common room.

Mattheo paced near the window, his jaw clenched tight, the usual spark in his eyes replaced by a smoldering fury. He ran a hand through his dark curls, muttering curses under his breath. His fists were balled so tightly that his knuckles turned pale.

The rest of the boys lounged nearby, each observing him with wary glances. Tom, seated in an armchair, broke the silence.

“What’s wrong with Mattheo?” Tom's voice was calm but edged with curiosity. His gaze flicked to each of them, seeking an answer.

Theodore leaned back in his seat, exhaling a slow breath. “{{user}} broke up with him.” His voice was steady but carried the weight of truth, slicing through the room like a knife.

Tom’s brow furrowed slightly, processing the information.

Regulus, lounging on the opposite couch with his arms crossed, spoke under his breath, just loud enough to be heard. “He cheated on her.”

The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air. Even Draco, usually quick with a cocky retort, stayed silent, glancing between Mattheo and the rest of them.

The door creaked open, and every head turned toward it. You stood in the doorway, the firelight catching the tension in your posture. Mattheo’s pacing halted abruptly, his eyes locking onto you.

The atmosphere shifted.

Theodore cleared his throat quietly. “Well... that's our cue, isn't it?” he murmured to the others, already rising from his chair.

Draco shot you a brief look before following Theo. Regulus stood with a flick of his robe, casting Mattheo a lingering glance before heading toward the exit. Lorenzo nodded subtly at you as he passed.

Tom, always the last to leave, gave you a long, meaningful look. His lips curved into the faintest suggestion of a knowing smile before he turned and followed the others out.

Silence stretched between you and Mattheo, thick with unspoken words.

“You came back,” he said, voice rough and uncertain.