The Halloween party at the Slytherin common room is in full swing—costumes, loud music, and endless drinks flowing as the group immerses themselves in the festivities. Your friends are scattered around the room, engaged in various conversations and games, but something feels off.

Pansy is the first to notice, nudging Draco. “Where the hell are Mattheo and {{user}}?”

Theo smirks, raising his drink. “Probably off somewhere they shouldn’t be.”

Blaise leans against the wall, swirling the liquor in his glass. “Anyone surprised? They disappear together all the time.”

After several more minutes, laughter ripples through the group when you and Mattheo finally reappear. Your hair is messy and slightly tangled, strands falling out of place. There are red marks visible along Mattheo’s neck, unmistakable signs of someone’s nails having dragged along his skin. His black shirt clings to him like he’d been in a rush, untucked and slightly wrinkled.

Daphne gasps dramatically, but she’s already grinning. “Well, well, look who decided to join us.”

Mattheo smirks, running a hand lazily through his tousled hair, clearly not bothered in the slightest by the stares. His arm slings casually around your waist, pulling you a little closer. “Miss us?”

Astoria scoffs, exchanging amused glances with Enzo. “Do you two ever behave?”

“Not when we’re having fun,” you reply with a smirk.

Tom rolls his eyes, muttering, “Could’ve at least tried to look presentable.”

Enzo raises his glass, smirking. “To fun,” he says, clinking his drink with Theo’s as the group bursts into laughter.

Mattheo leans in closer, whispering in your ear with a grin, “They have no idea how much fun we had.”