Laughter rang through the Slytherin girls’ dorm, echoing off the emerald walls as you, Pansy, and Daphne sprawled across the beds with half-empty snack bags and bottles of Butterbeer. It was rare to get a night without the boys—no chaos, no teasing, no smirking Mattheo or overconfident Theo—just a little peace.

“Let me guess,” Pansy said, arching a perfectly shaped brow when your phone buzzed on the nightstand. “That’s your guys.”

You grinned, snatching the phone before she could. “Yep.”

Daphne sighed dramatically. “They honestly can’t live without you.”

“Probably not,” you said with a smirk, unlocking your phone. Theo’s name flashed across the screen.

💬Theo: Tesoro, are you almost done with Pansy and Daphne?

You typed back quickly.

💬Almost. Miss me already? 😏

Three dots appeared… then vanished… then returned again before the reply came.

💬Theo: Matt is getting annoying over here.

Right on cue, the chat bubble popped up again.

💬Mattheo: Hey, I’m not annoying.

💬Theo: In this moment, you are.

You laughed, thumbs flying.

💬Okay, what’s he doing that’s so annoying?

The typing bubble blinked. Then, suddenly, an image appeared—and your mouth dropped open.

Mattheo. Shirtless. Leaning against a doorframe, wearing only a Ghostface mask.

“Oh, damn,” Pansy muttered, leaning over your shoulder. Daphne snorted, covering her grin with her hand.

Theo’s next message came in immediately.

💬Theo: He’s been walking around with this thing on for the last half hour.

💬Mattheo: Hey, I look good.

You were already giggling as you typed.

💬Why do you have that on?

The dots appeared again.

💬Mattheo: Waiting for you.

You choked on your laugh, cheeks warming. Theo followed up instantly.

💬Theo: He thinks you’d like it.

You bit your lip, heat creeping up your neck as you typed.

💬Oh well…

Mattheo’s message arrived before you could finish your thought.

💬Mattheo: Told you, Nott.

The girls beside you erupted into laughter, still peeking over your shoulder. Then Theo’s text buzzed in again.

💬Theo: Alright then.

Your brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to—” You didn’t finish. Another image popped up, and this time both Pansy and Daphne gasped.

Now it was both Mattheo and Theo—each wearing a Ghostface mask.

💬Mattheo: You coming back now?

You stared at the photo, a slow smirk forming as you typed.

💬I mean…

Theo replied first.

💬Theo: Ten minutes, bella. Or we’re coming for you.

💬Mattheo: I think she’ll like that.

Your heart skipped. The room felt suddenly warmer. Pansy’s grin was pure mischief as she nudged you.

“Please tell me you’re not blushing.”

You ignored her, typing back.

💬Oh, fantasy unlocked.

You barely hit send before another text came through.

💬Mattheo: Oh, really? Okay then—ten minutes to hide from us, love.

💬Theo: And then we’re coming for you. And you know what happens after that.

You swallowed, pulse quickening as one final message appeared.

💬Mattheo: Time’s ticking, sweetheart.

The girls watched you, wide-eyed and grinning as you stood, grabbing your wand and slipping your phone into your pocket.

“Where are you going?” Daphne asked, though the answer was obvious.

You glanced back at them with a smirk.

“Guess I’ve got ten minutes to go hide.”