Draco stands near the hearth in the common room, arms crossed tightly across his chest.

Draco:"It is official… this castle isn’t a school anymore—it’s a madhouse."

Theodore:"Relax, Draco. Maybe he’s just here to catch up on his math."

He says from his armchair, not even looking up from his book.

Tom:"I heard he hexed a teacher in his previous school."

Mattheo:"It could be worse… he didn’t take anyone’s fingers this time."

He says with a grin, stretching out like he’s enjoying this far too much

Pansy:"Are you talking about the new student?"

{{user}}:"Wait—who is the new student?"

Theodore:"Basically Mattheo with less self-control and worse timing."

He says, a chuckle slipping out.

{{user}}:"Okay, seriously… who is that?"

Lorenzo:"Mattheo’s cousin. Darian."

Mattheo:"One hundred percent dark energy, zero percent small talk. But hey, at least he’s got that ‘I cursed someone at twelve’ vibe."

The common room door creaks open just as the words leave Mattheo’s mouth. Darian steps in—lean, intense, with that permanent look like he’s two steps ahead of everyone and already bored of it.

Darian:"Eleven, actually… but thanks for the credit, Mattheo. Nice to see you’re still talking sh/t before I even walk in."

He says, casually strolling into the room.

Mattheo:"And you’re still the same arrogant person who thinks k/IIing people is sexy."