“Hey, what’s with the sour face?” Mattheo asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat down next to Draco.

Draco didn’t even look up; he just let out a low, irritated breath and tilted his head back against the sofa.

From across the room, Theodore chuckled. “His little girlfriend went on a shopping spree, didn’t she, Dray?”

Draco’s jaw flexed. “Don’t remind me,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “She was mad at me, so I told her to take my card and buy herself something. Not the whole bloody store.”

Mattheo’s smirk deepened. “How much did she spend?”

Tom replied. “One million galleons.”

He let the number sink in, then added. “In an hour, to be precise.”

Mattheo blinked. “One million? In one hour?! Don’t tell my girl that... she’ll take it as a personal challenge.”

Draco finally sat forward, glaring at no one in particular. “There were seventeen owls this morning. Seventeen. One for every shop she emptied.”

Theo nearly fell off his chair laughing. “That’s actually impressive. I mean, I knew she was dramatic, but this is record-breaking.”

Draco ignored him. “She bought five pairs of boots. She said couldn’t decide on which looked ‘fiercer.’ One pair is made of dragon scales. Do you have any idea how rare that are?”

“I do now,” Mattheo said, sipping his drink. “And I’m praying my girl doesn’t.”

Tom looked vaguely entertained. “To be fair, she has taste.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “She bought a wand holster made of phoenix feather lining. For fashion. Not function. She doesn’t even use it.”

Theo wheezed. “Dray, mate, this is what happens when you date a girl with ambition and rage issues.”

“She said she was being reasonable,” Draco growled, practically seething now. “She said, and I quote, ‘I didn’t rob you. I just taught you a lesson.’”

Mattheo laughed. “What lesson is that?”

“That I’m never saying ‘go buy something’ ever again,” Draco snapped. “I’ll say, ‘go breathe and calm down.’ Or maybe just ‘go hex a tree.’ Anything but that.”

Tom stretched lazily. “Well, at least she’s not sending your father the receipts.”

Draco turned pale. "My father must not hear about this." He groaned and added, “She kissed me on the cheek and said, ‘Thanks, babe,’ as if she hadn’t just blown my vault to smithereens.”

That’s when you walked in, smiling sweetly. “Don't exaggerate, love. I left plenty in your vault.”

Draco threw his hands up. “You also bought six different cloaks! All green ones. I didn’t even realise there were so many different shades of green.”

Tom looked at Mattheo. “She’s terrifying.”

Mattheo chuckled. “Don’t ever let my girl meet her.”