You crossed your arms, leaning against the stone wall of the common room, eyes flicking between the boys. “I’m not into Slytherins. Too much drama, not enough remorse.”

Enzo chuckled, shaking his head. “You are a Slytherin, though.”

You smirked. “Still, I wouldn’t date anyone from my own house.”

Theo raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. “Scusa? That’s… housing discrimination.”

“I call it self-preservation,” you replied, deadpan.

Mattheo leaned forward, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And I call it a challenge.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Sounds more like a lost game, and not one I’m interested in.”

Enzo waved a hand, clearly unimpressed. “Not liking Slytherins is stupid. We’re the only ones with style.”

“Style, maybe,” you said, arching an eyebrow. “Heart? Not a chance.”

Mattheo’s grin widened. “We don’t need hearts when we turn heads.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Is that a warning?”

Theo leaned back against the wall, smirking, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. “You should learn to make exceptions.”

“I won’t, Theo,” you said firmly.

Mattheo’s smirk faltered only slightly, then he tilted his head, his tone teasing. “Not yet.”

Theo’s eyes widened in mock horror, muttering under his breath in Italian, “Questo non l’avresti dovuto dire.”

You just laughed quietly to yourself, watching the Slytherins squirm just enough to make the game interesting.