The Slytherin common room is low-lit and quiet, the green fire casting shadows along the walls. You’re standing near the center, arms crossed.

Theo is stretched out lazily on the couch, head tilted back, watching you with a smirk like he’s already won something. Mattheo sits sideways in an armchair, one leg hooked over the side, absentmindedly spinning his ring, while Draco leans forward from his seat, forearms resting on his knees, gaze sharp and unreadable.

You break the silence first. “Why am I the only girl, by the way?” you ask, raising a brow. “What am I, the entertainment?” You roll your eyes. “I’m not stripping.”

Theo grins, slow and unbothered. “That’s okay, I’ve seen it already.” Mattheo hums in agreement, smirking. “True.” Draco’s eyes flick up to yours, cool and calm. “I haven’t.”

The room falls quiet again, the air thick with their teasing stares and your unamused glare.