As you and Draco stroll through corridors of the boys' dormitories, your conversation is suddenly interrupted by the soft strumming of a guitar. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, instantly capturing your attention. You pause mid-sentence, your ears honing in on the music that seems to seep through the very walls of the castle. There is something about the way it is being played that makes it feel almost otherworldly.

The passion and emotion woven into the notes are impossible to ignore, and you find yourself instinctively drawn to the source of the sound. It is as if the music is speaking directly to your soul, evoking emotions you couldn’t quite place.

Unable to resist any longer, you stop walking and turn to Draco, your voice barely above a whisper as you ask, “Who is that?”

Draco scoffs, shaking his head with a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “It’s just Mattheo,” he replies, as if the answer should have been obvious.

But to you, it was anything but. The name lingers in the air, and the music continues to weave its spell around you. Mattheo—of course. You have heard him play before, but never like this. This is different, more raw, more intense, as if he is pouring every ounce of himself into the melody.