Mattheo and Theodore are your best friends but you did something wrong and you blame them for it

y/n enters the common room

Theodore: she's here...

Mattheo: what's up Princess? You look a bit tired...

Y/n: what do you want from me. Mattheo?

Mattheo: isn't that obvious?

you slap Mattheo in the face

Y/n: this is all your foult!

Theodore laughs

Theodore: c'mon don't be mad, Pretty. We know, you enjoyed it...

Y/n: you two are such idiots...

Theodore: that hurt.

Mattheo: why the hell does she only hit me?? I didn't say anything!

Theodore: she probably has a favorite...