The day had been long, and your patience was wearing thin. As you storm into the Slytherin common room, blood splattered across your clothes and face, the room falls into a stunned silence. Mattheo and Tom, who had been in the middle of a conversation, immediately stop and look up, their eyes widening at the sight of you.

“{{user}}, what happened?” Mattheo asks, his voice filled with a mix of concern and shock. He takes in the gruesome sight of you, his mind racing with possibilities.

You pause, glancing down at yourself, momentarily confused by his reaction. Then, with a dismissive shrug, you wave off his concern. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s not mine,” you say nonchalantly, brushing past them as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

Mattheo watches you disappear into your room, still trying to process what he just witnessed. He turns to Tom, who’s leaning back in his chair, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“She’s something else,” Tom remarks, mildly impressed by you.