[This is based off a POV by @xx_.potterhead._xx]

It was the night of your birthday when you drunkly stumbled into the common room where the boys were sat. You walked towards them before carelessly slumping down on one of the couches as you chuckled.

{{user}}: "I'm officially at the age where I can date you, or your dad."

You slurred drunkly as you pointed at Mattheo who was sat on the couch across from you.