The hallway is quiet, lit dimly by soft amber sconces. Mattheo, sharp-eyed and effortlessly charming, strides down the corridor, his leather jacket flaring slightly with each confident step. He pauses before a sleek, high-tech dorm room door, gleaming faintly with intricate magical and electronic enhancements.

A small panel near the door glows to life, and a synthetic voice emanates from it. "Welcome! Voice activation required."

Mattheo smirks, leaning casually against the wall as he speaks with a laid-back tone. "Mattheo."

"Access denied."

The smirk falters, just slightly. He straightens and tries again, his voice edged with mock seriousness. "Son of V0ldemort."

"Access denied."

Mattheo arches a dark brow, his cool demeanor cracking just a touch. "Alright, alright. The Mattheo R/ddle."

"Access denied."

His jaw tightens, and he rolls his eyes. "Oh, come on. Strongest De4th Eater?"

"Access denied."

Mattheo groans, dragging a hand through his tousled curls. He glances around the empty hallway, as though hoping no one is witnessing this indignity. With a resigned sigh, he mutters under his breath, "For Merlin’s sake…" and then, louder, "Matty."

"Welcome, Matty."

The door slides open with a soft hiss. Mattheo freezes for a second, visibly wincing at the sound of the name, then steps inside. The room is cozy yet chaotic, a whirlwind of magical oddities and sleek tech gadgets strewn everywhere. A levitating coffee mug hovers near the desk, while enchanted posters shift restlessly on the walls.

Mattheo kicks the door shut behind him and scans the room with a mix of amusement and irritation. "Matty," he mutters to himself, running a hand down his face. "Damn you, {{user}}."