Mattheo sits at the center of the common room. His eyes glint with amusement as he speaks. "No, silly, I’m dating {{user}}."

The room quiets for a breath.

Tom's gaze lifts slowly, an eyebrow arched like a blade. "You are dating who?"

Mattheo doesn’t even glance his way. "{{user}}."

Theodore lets out a quiet chuckle, leaning forward with a crooked smile. "Really? {{user}}? How did you convince her to date you?"

"It wasn’t that hard," Mattheo replies, smug and relaxed, like he’s just told them the most obvious truth in the world.

The door opens with a soft groan and you step inside, every pair of eyes on you in an instant.

Mattheo's grin widens the moment he sees you. He shifts slightly, making room next to him on the couch. "Speak of the devil."

Draco whistles under his breath. Regulus leans forward, clearly impressed. "He wasn’t joking."

Blaise rests his chin in his hand. "She must be mad. Or he’s actually got game."

Mattheo tilts his head toward you, eyes gleaming. "Or maybe… she just has excellent taste."

Tom watches you. "Fascinating."

Theodore raises a brow. "Well? Tell us—are you under some spell or is this real?"

You pause for a second, then walk slowly across the room. The air is thick with anticipation. You pause in front of Mattheo, taking a last look around the room before looking at him.

You sit down next to him, close enough for your shoulder to brush his. Mattheo shifts just enough to drape his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers barely brushing your hair. "What do you think guys, is it real?" You say.

Everyone in the room chuckles, but Mattheo's gaze is fixed on you. "You're gorgeous, sweetheart." He whispers.