The fire crackles in the dimly lit common room, casting flickering shadows against the green and silver tapestries.

Mattheo leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, an unusual look of distress on his face. "Guys, how would you ask {{user}} to be your Valentine?"

Draco, lounging lazily with a smirk, doesn’t even hesitate. "On my knees, b3gging."

Mattheo blinks. "Wait… seriously?"

Lorenzo, ever the romantic, clears his throat. "I would start by preparing a romantic setting. Perhaps a candlelit dinner in a secluded loca—"

"Oh lord, stop that!" Tom groans, rolling his eyes.

Draco scoffs. "That’s way too... cliché."

Mattheo sighs and looks toward Theodore. "Theo?"

Theodore shrugs, completely nonchalant. "I’d do it in the most unromantic way possible because I am horrible at displaying affection… I’d simply say, ‘Be my Valentine, or I will hex you into next year.’"

Lorenzo gasps. "That’s even worse!"

Mattheo groans, dragging a hand down his face. "I don’t know what to do... Tom?"

Tom, leaning against the armrest, smirks. "By throwing a pillow at her and demanding her to be mine."

Regulus, who had been quietly observing, finally speaks up. "Or you could just ask her like a normal person."

Before Mattheo can respond, the common room door swings open, and you step inside. The group goes silent.

You glance between them, raising an eyebrow. "What are you guys talking about?"

Mattheo, still flustered from the conversation, blurts out, "Would... would you like to be hexed on my knee?"

A long pause.

You blink. "Excuse me?"

Mattheo freezes, his eyes widening as the words register in his own mind. "No… wait—"

You shake your head, suppressing a laugh. "Never mind. I’ll see you later." You turn on your heel and walk away.

The second you’re out of sight, Tom snorts. "You messed up."

Regulus shakes his head. "Not very mindful."

Lorenzo sighs dramatically. "Not very demure."

Mattheo groans, slumping back into the couch. "I hate all of you."

The boys just laugh.