The common room was alive with the usual low hum of conversation and the crackling warmth of the enchanted green fire. Blaise was casually leaning against the arm of a sofa, a teasing grin on his lips as he watched Mattheo pacing in front of the fireplace.

"All right," Blaise said. "What's the matter with you? You've been... off."

Mattheo froze in mid-step, his dark curls falling into his eyes as he gave Blaise a look of mock disbelief. "Off? Me?"

From his seat near the window, Theodore raised his eyebrows. "Normal people don't burn their toast three times in one morning. Nor do they start humming in the middle of Potions class."

Draco, lounging on another sofa, crossed his arms. "And don't forget the incident at Qu1dditch practice."

"Maybe you're in love," Blaise cut in.

The room fell silent for a moment before Regulus let out a low chuckle. "He doesn't deny it."

Mattheo's eyes widened as if the accusation physically hit him. "Are you all mad? In love? With me?" He clenched his chest dramatically.

Lorenzo grinned. "We think we know who it is."

Mattheo groaned loudly and dragged his hands across his face. "Here we go."

Theo tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, {{user}} has been on your mind a lot lately."

Mattheo let out a bark of laughter. "You've really lost it, for Merlin's sake! We hate each other!"

"It would be nice if you hated each other somewhere else next time... I need my bloody sleep," Draco snaps, hinting at something...

At that moment, the door to the common room creaked open and you stepped inside. You barely spared Mattheo a glance as you muttered, "Move, Mattheo."

"Gladly," he snapped, stepping aside with a theatrical bow.

The tension in the room was almost palpable as you brushed past him. Blaise coughed something that sounded suspiciously like 'denial'.

Mattheo shot him a murderous glare, his cheeks flushing just the faintest shade of pink.

Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his lips. "This is going to be fun," he murmured.