Before the War

The sound of Mattheo’s whistle broke the quiet of the hallway, sharp and playful. His eyes scanned the area with a mischievous grin, his stance relaxed yet confident, as always.

Pansy, standing a few feet away, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed. "Why is he whistling?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

Draco, standing next to her, gave her a smirk. "Just wait and see," he said, his tone knowing, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Mattheo continued to whistle, a cheeky glint in his eyes as he looked around, clearly enjoying the effect he was having. "I know you're here... Come here, honey," he called out with a grin, his voice playful yet laced with warmth.

From the shadows, you appeared, a faint smile on your lips as you walked toward him. Without missing a beat, you closed the distance between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his whistling forgotten for the moment.

Pansy watched in silence, her lips twisted into an unimpressed frown, while Draco looked on with a quiet chuckle.

After the War

The magic world had changed. The war had taken its toll on everyone, and the familiar faces of friends now carried the weight of loss.

Mattheo stood a few steps away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his face a mask of anguish. His breath was ragged, and his eyes were glazed over as though he was still processing the events that had unfolded. The war had taken so much from him — you, his light, his constant. The thought of life without you felt impossible.

He raised his lips to whistle, the sound sharp, yet broken. It was the same whistle he had used so many times to call you, to pull you close.

His voice, raw with emotion, broke the silence. "I can't live without her," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. His eyes searched the empty room, as though he could will you back into existence with the power of his call.