Theo’s voice cut through the dorm, groggy but insistent. “Dude, get up. We’re going to be late for class. Millie wouldn’t let me leave this morning.”

Mattheo groaned, dragging himself upright. He tugged on his shirt, the buttons uneven at first until he fixed them with a quiet curse. “I should skip. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts first.”

Theo arched a brow, leaning against the bedpost. “You really want your brother to dish out your first detention this year?”

Mattheo sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “No, actually. But he better not call on me for anything.”

Theo snorted. “So, isn’t your sister in our first class too?”

Mattheo shot him a look. “Does it matter?”

“I just want to know if I have to deal with {{user}} on top of dealing with your brother.”

“Yes,” Mattheo muttered, grabbing his wand. “Unfortunately, we have to deal with all three of them.”

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By the time they stumbled into Defense Against the Dark Arts, the room was already buzzing.

Millie turned in her seat the second Theo sat down. “It took you long enough to get here. Were you sneaking off with your other girlfriend?”

Theo smirked. “Maybe if you hadn’t made me watch you get ready this morning, I’d have been on time.”

Millie’s mouth fell open. “You watched me—”

Before she could finish, Barty entered the classroom, striding to the front like he owned the place. Millie’s voice trailed off as her gaze followed him instead.

You wrinkled your nose from the next row. “Theo, did you even shower today? I could smell you when I walked in.”

Theo didn’t miss a beat. “No. I figured my stench would be {{user}} repellent. Clearly, it didn’t work.”

Enzo chuckled, slouching in his chair. “I see you two still get off on bickering constantly.”

“Ew,” you shot back. “Nothing about Theo gets me off.”

Theo’s smirk widened. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Delphi leaned over to Daphne, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, “They think we believe them, don’t they?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “The way we believe you haven’t had a thing for Daphne since last year?”

Daphne blinked. “She has a thing for who?”

Delphi stiffened. “Oh, he wants to die today.”

The room erupted in laughter — until a cold, calm voice sliced through it.

“No one’s dying today,” Tom Riddle said from the front of the room, his dark eyes sweeping across the class like a blade. “Everyone. Sit down.”

The laughter died instantly. Mattheo exchanged a look with Theo, sinking into his seat.

“See?” Theo muttered under his breath. “Told you he’d call you out first chance he got.”

Mattheo sighed, slumping against his desk. “Bloody knew I should’ve skipped.”