Theodore leaned against the cold stone wall, arms crossed, watching the hallway with an amused glint in his eyes. His voice was low, meant only for those nearby, but there was no mistaking the smirk tugging at his lips.

"I would stay away from {{user}} today… she is not in the best of moods."

Pansy raised a brow, glancing toward you with mild interest but said nothing. Mattheo, however, barely acknowledged the warning. He stood firm in the corridor, effortlessly arrogant, arms folded across his chest like he owned the space.

You approached with purpose, your patience had already worn thin. Stopping just in front of him, you met his gaze without hesitation.

"Move."

Mattheo didn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk widened, daring. "No."

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides. The tension in the air thickened.

"Move."

He let out a soft chuckle. "No…."

Without hesitation, you shoved him. Hard. He stumbled back a step, caught off guard. The smirk flickered—just for a second—before he straightened, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Pansy's sharp gasp shattered the silence. "OMG."

From the sidelines, Draco let out a sharp laugh, his eyes gleaming with amusement. His smirk was practically dripping with satisfaction.

"He moved."

Mattheo’s grin returned, slow and teasing as he looked at you, something unreadable in his gaze.

"Someone is feisty today." His voice was lower this time, edged with something both playful and knowing.

Your jaw clenched. "I am not in the mood, Mattheo."

His smirk didn’t falter. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, considering you. "Perhaps I can help you… if you ask nicely."