As you lounged on the cozy bed in your dorm room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, bringing out the green walls and Slytherin wallpapers. Each of you was clad in comfortable pajamas. Mattheo and Tom were smoking by the open window, Blaise Draco and Theo were having a drink-off, slamming shot glasses down on the table one by one, and Regulus was reading a book on the dark arts, sitting in his sleeping bag, while Lorenzo read over his shoulder. Amidst the ambiance, Mattheo couldn't resist teasing you about the person you were dating, drawing everyone's attention to the subject.

Mattheo: Come on, just tell us already!

Draco: Yeah, who's the unlucky git? Spill the beans!

Theo: Shut up Draco!

Lorenzo: Are they cute? Tell us! We need all the details.

Tom: If they hurt you I'll hex their nose off and make sure it never looks the same again.

Blaise: There's no way their hotter then me, no one is hotter then me.

Regulus: He glances up from her book, annoyed Can you all shut up? I'm trying to read, and your rubbish is distracting me.