You’re leaning against the arm of a chair in the common room, half-distracted by your phone, when a presence settles beside you.

It’s Amalia.

She props her chin in her hands, studying you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Then, completely out of the blue, she says, "Nice b00bs."

You blink, caught somewhere between shock and amusement. "Uh… thanks?"

She shrugs like it’s the most casual thing in the world, tugging at the hem of her oversized hoodie. "I have a training bra, but I don’t like to wear it. It hitches."

You clear your throat, unsure how to respond to that particular piece of information. "So… who are you waiting for?"

Amalia lets out a sigh and slouches back against the couch. "My brother, Theo. He likes them too."

Before you can even react, the sound of footsteps draws your attention. Theodore strides into the common room, his usual confidence noticeably dimmed. His curls are slightly disheveled, his jacket askew like he threw it on in a hurry. There’s something tense about his posture, his jaw set in a way that suggests he’s not in the mood to talk.

"Come on, Amalia. Let’s go." His voice is clipped, avoiding eye contact with both of you.

Amalia frowns, tilting her head as she looks him over. "What happened to you?"

Theo exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t wanna talk about it, okay? Let’s go."

You shift slightly, offering a casual, "Hi, Theo."

For the first time, he hesitates. His gaze flickers to you—just a second too long to be accidental—before he looks away, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Before he can say anything, Amalia elbows him, a smirk playing at her lips.

"Try not to stare at her."

Theo mutters something under his breath, his ears turning slightly red as he grabs Amalia’s wrist and steers her toward the door. You watch them leave, the corners of your mouth curling in amusement. The common room hums on as if nothing happened, but you can’t help but think that something definitely did.