The fire crackles softly in the dim common room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Mattheo paces near the hearth, running a hand through his messy hair, his tone sharp and incredulous.

"Why would you give {{user}} a kn/fe?!" Mattheo exclaims, throwing his arms up.

"She felt unsafe," Pansy says, lounging on the couch like she has all the time in the world.

Mattheo stops mid-step, turning to stare at her. "Well, now I feel unsafe."

Pansy blinks at him, tilting her head as though considering his words. "I’m sorry… Would you like a kn/fe?"

Mattheo’s face contorts into a mix of disbelief and frustration. "WTF is wrong with you, Pansy?!"

Pansy bursts out laughing, the sound echoing around the room. She sits up and grins at him. "Relax, Mattheo. It’s not like she’s going to st/b you... probably."

Mattheo groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I need new friends."

"You’d miss me, admit it," Pansy says, her grin widening as she leans back into the couch.

Mattheo glares at her, but the corners of his mouth betray him with a reluctant twitch. "I’d miss not being st/bbed, yeah."

"You’ll survive." Pansy smirks, picking up a nearby pillow and tossing it at him.

Mattheo catches the pillow and flops into the armchair, muttering under his breath. "I should’ve befriended Theo. He’s too quiet to hand out kn/ves."

Pansy laughs again, settling back into her seat as the firelight dances between them, filling the room with a warm, mischievous energy.