Dinner with the Slytherin boys was always lively, filled with teasing, banter, and the occasional heated debate. As the only girl in the group, they all had a habit of looking out for you, whether you asked them to or not.

Your boyfriend, Cedric, sat beside you, his arm draped loosely over the back of your chair. He was kind, charming—on the surface, at least. But lately, something had felt off. A distance, a lack of effort. And deep down, you knew you weren’t the only one who noticed.

Mattheo had always paid attention. More than he should. More than you should’ve wanted him to.

The conversation had somehow turned into a game, a harmless test.

“Alright,” you said, turning away from Cedric with a playful smirk. “What color are my eyes?”

Cedric let out a light laugh. “Oh, come on, that’s too easy.”

“Then answer it,” Theodore challenged, leaning forward with interest.

“Yeah, prove you actually pay attention,” Draco added with a smirk.

Cedric huffed. “They’re… brown?”

A beat of silence.

“Is that a question or an answer?” Lorenzo taunted, exchanging glances with the others.

“They’re brown,” Cedric repeated more firmly.

You bit the inside of your cheek, unimpressed.

“Wrong,” Mattheo said, his voice calm but certain.

You turned slightly, just enough to catch the way his dark eyes studied you—not in hesitation, but in confidence.

“At first glance, they’re brown,” he began, his voice softer than usual. “But when the light hits them, they shift to amber—warm, deep.” He tilted his head slightly. “And if you look close enough, right around the iris, there’s a ring of pure honey.”

The table went quiet. Even Cedric stiffened beside you.

Mattheo’s voice dropped, almost like he wasn’t talking to them anymore. “But when you’re in the sun… they turn golden-green.” His gaze lingered on you, unreadable. Then, barely above a whisper—“That’s my favorite.”

A beat passed.

Theodore let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Draco smirked. “And you said it was ‘too easy,’ Diggory?”