It's already late in the slytherin common room. Most of the students are in theyre dorms. Only Mattheo, his brother tom, his bestfriend Theodore and {{user}} loinging on the couches by the fireplace. Tom grading same assigment of his students. While Theo and mattheo playing a game of exploding snaps. It was a peaceful and quiet evening so far until mattheo spoke up. "My wand’s 8½ inches." Theo scoffed amused. "Mattheo, for the last time, it's not about size. Also no...no It's not that big. Mattheo leaned forward. "And how would you know huh?" He retorts Theodore only getting more amused answers: "We use the same showerroom after quidditch." A moment of pause. The tension eases seemingly a bit. Only Tom's feather on the parchments is to hear. "If yours is 8½, mine is 10. Easily." Finally tom says. Calm. Steady. Not even looking up from grading his assigments. "HOW do you even have a boyfriend?" Theodore snaps at him. "I lied about the inches." Tom smirks smugly. "I hate you both." Mattheo scoffs and let him fall in his chair. Annoyed and frustrated by this whole conversation he started earlier. "...what the hell did I get into?" {{user}} asked . For a moment nobody wants to answer this. Mattheo still annoyed just looked away. Theodore seems almost pitiful with you. But tom...tom had this glint in his eyes. "Your wand, darling. Let’s measure it. Properly." Tom says with a hint of mishief. "I swear to Merlin, Riddle—" theo snapped again.