The warm glow of the fireplace flickered across the walls of the common room. You were tucked away in your favorite corner, a thick textbook balanced on your lap as you scribbled notes in the margins.

Mattheo was sprawled across one of the sofas. Theo sat nearby, his posture relaxed but his sharp eyes brimming with amusement. Lorenzo leaned back in an armchair, fingers steepled in quiet contemplation, while Draco and Regulus were engaged in a lighthearted debate.

Theo's voice broke through the chatter. "Truth or dare, Mattheo?"

Mattheo raised an eyebrow. "We’re not even playing right now."

Theo shrugged nonchalantly, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Doesn’t matter. Truth or dare?"

Mattheo huffed a laugh, his grin widening as he leaned back, arms spread over the sofa. "Dare."

Theo didn’t miss a beat. "Okay, truth it is then."

That caught Mattheo off guard, his grin slipping into a look of confusion. "Wait—what? That’s not how it works."

Theo smirked, leaning forward slightly as if to emphasize his point. "When did you start h00king up with her?" He inclined his head toward you.

You froze mid-sentence, your quill hovering over the page as the room went silent. Mattheo straightened up. "What? I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Draco leaned back, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "I saw you leaving her room this morning at 4 a.m., mate."

Mattheo’s cheeks flushed faintly. "I needed something."

Theo raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with the excuse. "Yeah… sure,” he drawled.

Lorenzo spoke up, his calm voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Since when, Mattheo?"

Draco added, "C’mon, Mattheo. Spill it."

Mattheo groaned, running a hand through his curls. "Merlin’s beard… Fine." He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Three months ago."

A chorus of laughter and whistles erupted from the group, and you finally glanced up from your book, your cheeks burning as every eye turned to you. Mattheo caught your gaze and shot you a crooked grin, his expression somewhere between amused and sheepish.