The night is late in the common room, but none of the boys seem tired as they are immersed in conversation about girls in their year.

"Pansy?" Enzo asks, tossing a small ball of parchment in the air.

"Has stolen every single girlfriend I’ve had," Draco mutters.

"Daphne?" ReguIus suggests.

Theo smirks. "She could run me over with her broom, and I'd tell her ‘thank you.’"

A chuckle ripples through the group.

"Hermione?" BIaise asks, looking at Draco.

Draco rolls his eyes, refusing to dignify the question with an answer.

Then, Tom leans forward slightly.

"What do you think about {{user}}?"

The room falls silent, then Mattheo speaks first. "That she’s funny and pretty."

“Milli–” Draco begins to ask.

"But," Mattheo interjects, "if you ask me on a deeper level, I’d say that {{user}}'s heart is full of love, romance, and longing."

Mattheo’s expression softens as he reflects on the kind of person you are.

"She always pretends to be so tough," he murmurs, "but deep down, she’s soft and vulnerable. Like a child."

Draco watches Mattheo as he becomes lost in thought.

"She tells stupid jokes so that she doesn’t have to be serious.” A gentle smile tugs at Mattheo lips as Theo chuckles.

"Because if she had to talk seriously about some topics," Mattheo’s voice drops slightly, "she would probably start crying.”

"She thinks she’s all alone," Mattheo says softly,* "but she doesn’t realize how many people care about her."

His eyes flicker around the room.

"These people don’t like being with her because she’s incredibly popular," Mattheo adds, "but because they feel comfortable with her."

Enzo nods in agreement.

"{{user}}’s like… a warm blanket," he says, "a hot cup of chocolate. Like the stars in the firmament, because she’s always there."

ReguIus and BIaise share a knowing look.

Mattheo’s voice turns almost into a whisper. "And she watches her loved ones every day, every second… always."

No one argues, because they all know he’s right.