The fire crackled softly in the dimly lit common room. Mattheo lounged on the couch with his feet propped on the table, his usual cocky grin in place. Blaise sat across from him, a glass of whisky in hand.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Blaise said with a smirk, his tone casual but carrying just enough weight to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s settle this. What do you think of Harry's sister?”

Mattheo didn’t hesitate. “She parties like a rockstar.” His grin widened as he leaned back, looking immensely pleased with himself.

There was a low chuckle from Theodore, who was sitting near the fire. “She looks like a movie star.”

Lorenzo, sprawled in an armchair with an air of competitive arrogance, straightened up. “She plays like an all-star.”

The murmurs of agreement were cut short by Draco, whose sharp voice cut through the room like a blade. “And she f/cks like... another type of star.”

Silence fell for a split second before the room erupted into laughter. Mattheo nearly choked on his drink, and Blaise clapped his hands together, clearly entertained.

“You’re a bl00dy idi0t, Draco,” Mattheo said, his voice tinged with amusement.

“I’m not wrong, though, am I?” Draco replied smoothly, arching an eyebrow.

From his seat near the corner, Regulus finally spoke up, his voice calm but laced with dry humor. “She’s probably sick of all you idiots staring at her like she’s my brother's next motorbike.” He smirked faintly and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “But if you’re asking me... I’d say she shines brighter than all of you combined.”

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Regulus, was that... a compliment?”

“Call it what you want,” Regulus said with a shrug, his smirk widening. “Just stating facts.”

The laughter returned, though this time it was laced with a little more respect. Regulus leaned back in his chair, watching the flames in the hearth as the conversation swirled around him, his faint smile never quite fading.