You lounge on the couch with Mattheo, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders. Theo sits across from you both, with that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips, tossing casual insults like they’re part of the conversation.

"You know," Theo says, flicking his wand to levitate a quill lazily in the air, "for someone dating Mattheo, you’ve got an awful lot of opinions."

You roll your eyes, already used to his constant jabs. But tonight? Tonight, you’re over it.

"And for someone not dating me, you sure talk a lot about what I do," you shoot back, raising an eyebrow.

Mattheo snorts beside you making no attempt to hide his grin.

Theo just gives you that look—the one he’s perfected over the years, that borders on amusement and challenge.

"W—what’s this look on your face?" you ask.

Theo shrugs. "What look?"

You tilt your head, matching his smugness with a sharp edge of your own. "The kind of look that makes me want to punch you."

Mattheo bursts out laughing as Theo scoffs and rolls his eyes. "God, you’re so Mattheo’s girlfriend."

Mattheo presses a quick kiss to your temple. "Merlin, I love you," he murmurs, still chuckling. "You might actually be the only person who can shut Theo up."

"Enjoy it while it lasts," Theo grumbles.