The common room was cozy, with the flickering firelight casting shadows on the stone walls. You and your friends sat around a low table. The occasional burst of laughter filled the air as the conversation flowed, your group comfortable in each other’s presence.

You, leaning back in your chair with a mischievous grin, took a bite of a chocolate and began, “He said he’s got a big d—”

And then, your smirk spread into a full laugh as you continued, “But he’s scooping it up in his hands.” You could hardly finish the sentence before you burst into laughter, shaking your head at the absurdity of it.

Draco and Theodore exchanged an amused glance. Both leaned back, arms crossed over their chests, grinning widely. “That’s... that’s something,” Draco muttered.

Pansy raised her eyebrows, but you could see the smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Aww,” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You leaned forward, lowering your voice, relishing in the teasing atmosphere. “I told him to put that shrimp back.”

Pansy snorted, her hand covering her mouth as she let out a quiet chuckle. “P4thetic,” she said.

Mattheo, lounging casually on the couch with one leg draped over the armrest, chuckled deeply. “You’ve got a way with words,” he commented, clearly entertained.

“And he said it was big,” you added, your voice dripping with amusement. You couldn’t help but chuckle again, shaking your head. “That gets me mad.”

Theodore, always quick with his sarcastic remarks, raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly enjoying the fun. “I bet she’s talking about you, Enzo.”

Enzo, who had been busy rolling his eyes at the whole conversation, immediately stiffened. “Oh, shut it,” he muttered, though the flush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

Everyone burst into laughter again. You could see the smug expression on Theodore's face, and Pansy’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned back in her chair.