As Mattheo storms into the common room, the air instantly shifts, and an uneasy silence settles over everyone. His shirt is splattered with blood, staining the collar and dribbling down the front. Theo, eyes widening, immediately blurts out, "What the hell?"

Enzo, always one to avoid the sight of blood, grimaces and turns his back. "I can't even look at it," he mutters.

Draco is the first to step closer, his voice tense with disbelief. "What the hell have you done?" he demands as Mattheo collapses onto the couch, unfazed by the chaos he’s clearly just caused.

Mattheo leans back, resting his feet casually on the coffee table as if he hadn’t just returned from a brawl. "I reprimanded Cormac," he says with a casual shrug, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Theo lets out a snort of amusement. "Did he call you Goldilocks again?" he jokes, but his grin fades when Mattheo’s eyes snap to him with a warning glare.

"No," Mattheo growls, his fists tightening. "That jerk hit on {{user}}. Nobody hits on my girl."

Draco’s jaw drops, shock spreading across his face. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Mattheo replies, his voice still nonchalant as he glances down at the blood on his shirt. "I just kicked his ugly ass a little. Taught him a lesson." He leans back further into the couch, clearly proud of himself.

Theo and Enzo exchange looks while Draco shakes his head, still in disbelief. Mattheo, however, is done talking—he’s said his piece, and as far as he's concerned, it’s over.