You were walking through the bustling corridors of Hogwarts, heading towards the common room when you came across a group of Quidditch players from Slytherin House. Mattheo was among them, his usual dark and brooding exterior momentarily brightened by the camaraderie of his teammates.

You liked Mattheo. Despite his intimidating tattoos and sometimes aloof demeanor, he was always kind to you. There was something endearing about the way he followed you around at times, almost like a self-appointed bodyguard. As you approached, you overheard snippets of their conversation.

Despite your fondness for Mattheo, you found his friends a bit off-putting. They were never unkind, but their overly polite demeanor, paired with the knowing glint in their eyes, made you uncomfortable. It was as if they were always on the verge of revealing some hidden secret, which made your skin crawl.

You shivered slightly at the thought, trying to shake off the unease.

As you made your way into the common room, you headed straight for the bookshelf, which was crammed with various tomes and magical texts. You reached up to pull down a particularly old and dusty book, your curiosity piqued by the conversation you had just overheard.

From where you stood, you could still hear the Quidditch players’ discussion drifting through the room.

"Do you know why everyone’s going crazy about the book girls?" one of Mattheo’s friends named Draco asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Why wouldn’t they?" Mattheo responded, his tone casual yet thoughtful. "Have you met one?" His gaze locked on your form.