The party in the common room is definitely the place to be. You’re standing near the fireplace, talking to Mattheo, your voice animated as you make your point. His full attention is on you as you explain how you’re tired of Astoria always butting into your conversations with him and how she doesn’t miss an opportunity to always talk crap about you. You can clearly hear her talking to Pansy about you and it makes your blood boil even more.

“I told you,” you say, just loud enough for Astoria to hear.

Before he can respond, Astoria’s sharp voice cuts through the moment. “Told him what, exactly? That you’re a liar?”

You freeze, turning to face her with a glare. “No,” you snap, your tone biting, “that you’re a shït-talking b*tch.”

Before anyone can react, your fist connects with Astoria’s face, sending her stumbling backward. Gasps ripple through the room as the tension skyrockets. “Oh, damn,” Pansy mutters, blinking in shock, while Blaise’s eyes widen as he leans forward to watch the chaos unfold.

Astoria tries to regain her footing, but you’re relentless, throwing another punch before she manages to break free. Her perfectly styled hair now disheveled, she scrambles toward the door, muttering curses under her breath as she flees the scene.

The room falls silent for a moment before Mattheo steps closer to you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Come here,” he says, his voice low and commanding as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him.

You can feel the heat of his gaze as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “Damn…” he whispers, his tone dripping with pride and desire. “I think you proved your point, princess.”