“How are we getting back to the common room tonight?” Theodore asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Mattheo didn’t even hesitate before waving a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry, Enzo said he’ll make sure we find our way back.”

At the mention of his name, Lorenzo froze mid-step. His jaw tensed as his eyes darted between the two troublemakers, and with an audible sigh, he ran a hand down his face.

“I did NOT agree to play babysitter for you two,” he snapped. “Nor did I agree to make sure you get back after the party.”

Mattheo grinned. “But you’re so good at it.”

Lorenzo glared. “Oh, shut up. Do you know how much effort it took to get you both here without getting caught? A professor almost saw us! And you two”—he jabbed a finger toward them—“laughed the entire time. I told you to be quiet, and what did you do? You got louder! And then you—” he turned to Theodore— “tried to run off because you swore you heard a ghost singing about ‘a secret stash of candy behind the suits of armor.’”

Theodore’s smirk deepened. “I still think it was real.”

“It was NOT real! And then Mattheo decided to follow you, which left me chasing after both of you like an absolute id!ot while you cackled like madmen down the corridor.”

Mattheo chuckled. “Good times.”

Lorenzo groaned. “I hate you both.”

By the time they finally managed to slip away from the party, Lorenzo was practically dragging them down the corridors.

When they finally reached the entrance to the common room, Lorenzo mumbled the password through clenched teeth. The door slid open and they spotted you.

You were lounging on one of the couches near the fire, watching the scene unfold with evident amusement.

“Rough night, Enzo?” you teased.

Lorenzo glared at you, pushing past Mattheo and Theodore as he made his way to one of the empty chairs. "You have no idea," he muttered before collapsing into it, rubbing his temples.

You merely smirked, watching as Mattheo and Theodore exchanged mischievous glances. Something told you Lorenzo would absolutely be doing this again.