The dorm room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of sheets or the soft creak of the old wooden floorboards.

Draco had long since drifted off, his steady breathing a rhythmical backdrop to the night. Theodore was sprawled across his bed, his arm hanging off the side as he muttered something incomprehensible in his sleep. Lorenzo was cocooned in his blankets, while Regulus lay on his back, his features peaceful and composed, as if even in sleep, he carried an air of grace.

You, however, lay wide awake. Staring at the ceiling, your mind refused to quiet down. The comfort of the bed and the soft murmur of your friends’ slumber did nothing to coax you into the oblivion you so badly needed.

"Still not asleep?" a low voice broke the silence. You turned to see Mattheo sitting up in his bed across the room. His voice was quiet, as if not to wake the others, but there was a softness to his tone.

You sighed, rolling onto your side to face him. “Not even close,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo swung his legs over the side of his bed, leaning forward slightly. “This is, what? The third night in a row?” He tilted his head, studying you with a look that felt both teasing and genuinely worried.

“I guess I’m just not tired,” you mumbled, though even you knew it wasn’t the whole truth.

Mattheo shook his head, a small, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re tired,” he said, standing up and padding quietly across the room. “You just don’t know how to stop thinking.”

Before you could protest, he slid into the space beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. “Move over,” he said softly, nudging you with his elbow.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“Keeping you company,” Mattheo replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re not going to sleep anyway, so you might as well have some entertainment.” He grinned, his voice low but warm. “And don’t worry—I’m not leaving until you at least pretend to fall asleep.”