The broom closet door creaked open just as Mattheo leaned slightly closer to you.

"You two," the professor snapped, "out of the broom closet. Now."

Mattheo stepped out first, his smirk only deepening. You followed, trying not to meet the professor’s piercing gaze, but the way your cheeks flushed gave you away instantly.

The professor crossed his arms. "Miss {{user}}, no kissing or else in there. You two should know that rule."

Your face burned. "It will never happen again," you muttered, staring at the floor.

"I should put you in punishment for this," he said sternly.

You looked up, eyes wide. "We didn’t even kiss!"

Mattheo shrugged lazily, hands in his pockets. "Kissing’s not really a big problem anyway... where's the real problem, sir?"

The professor didn’t miss a beat. "Detention. Both of you. Tonight. And pray it’s the last time I catch you sneaking around."

You groaned softly, casting a glare at Mattheo, who just winked at you like it was the best thing that had happened all week.

Later in the Detention Room

Mattheo swaggered in beside you, clearly unfazed. He grinned at the group already seated inside.

“Oi, look who’s here,” he said with a cocky grin. “Theo, Lorenzo, Reg — meet {{user}}. Caught red-handed with me, obviously.”

Theodore smirked and nodded. “Nice.”

Lorenzo grinned wide. “Didn’t think Mattheo actually liked anyone. Pleasure.”

Regulus didn’t say much, just raised a brow and offered a rare, approving nod.

Mattheo dropped into the seat beside you, sliding it closer with a soft scrape. He leaned in, voice low enough only for you to hear.

“Detention’s not so bad with the right company, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, still trying not to smile. “You are so going to get us in more trouble.”

He smirked again, his voice all hushed mischief. “Worth it.”