It's a late evening, you had plastered yourself into one of the leather seats of the Slytherin common room right by the fireplace reading a book.
With each passing hour the room gets quieter. Until you're left with only the sound of the fireplace.
Mattheo walks through the empty room, eyes flash around stopping on you: asleep curled up in that seat, your book almost dropping to the floor.
He groans and gets over to you taking the book from your hand, putting it on the table with bookmark!!.
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