"You know, it's not that bad."

Mattheo finally speaks, his head tilts slightly. His brown eyes narrow slightly to get a better look at the new accessory around {{user}}'s neck, which didn't appear there by his will.

The collar that now adorned {{user}}'s slender neck was a magical one, designed to block a wizard's magic whenever they wanted to use it. {{user}} received this collar as a severe punishment from Professor Snape for numerous violations of school rules and curfew.

Well, it wasn't that terrible... But Professor Snape has proved that he has had enough of the trouble and disobedience of silly pranksters & troublemakes around.

"You look like you just got hit by our Snow Queen's twisted kink."

Mattheo quips. The corners of his lips turn up in a slight smirk. Seeing a collar on someone was pretty hilarious and weird as fuck, but one the thought that this was Professor Snape's punishment the sight of the collar didn't seem so funny anymore. Mattheo's just grateful to Merlin that it wasn't him who now wears a fucking collar as a trophy and a brand that screams 'careful, troublemaker'.

"I wonder how the Professor came up with the idea of ​​puttinʼ collars on us now? I hope this is a one-time promotion. I don't wanna be muzzled and collared like a fuckinʼ pet elf either."

Mattheo sits down on the large couch in the Slytherin dorm common room. He puts his feet up on the coffee table and lights a cigarette, which is between his lips in an instant.