You sat at the edge of a couch, trying—unsuccessfully—to focus on the book in your lap. Across from you, Mattheo leaned back in his chair, arms lazily draped over the armrests, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I am telling you,” he drawled, stretching his legs out. “I prefer taking it slow. I like to enjoy it, take my time…”

Theodore rolled his eyes, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table beside him. “That’s your problem, Mattheo. Sometimes you just have to go fast. Quick and done.”

Draco let out a scoff. “Nah, it’s not about fast or slow,” he said, tilting his head. “It’s about doing it right.”

Lorenzo leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It can go wrong if you go too fast. If you go too slow, it gets frustrating.”

Tom chuckled under his breath. “Don’t underestimate the sensitivity. The key is knowing how long you can wait…”

You blinked. Your book slipped slightly from your grip.

Confusion crept onto your face as you processed their words.

“Y-You are disgusting,” you blurted out.

Draco arched a brow. “Disgusting?” He exchanged an amused glance with the others before smirking. “We’re just talking about potion brewing…”

Your stomach dropped. “Potion brewing?”

They all stared at you, innocent expressions that you didn’t buy for a second.

Theodore’s lips curled into a knowing grin. “Of course. What else did you think?”

You felt your face heat up instantly. “I—I don’t have time for this!” you stammered, snapping your book shut and rising to your feet.

Behind you, Theodore chuckled. “She’s definitely thinking about it now…”

Mattheo leaned back, smirking. “Next time, I’ll make it sound worse—just to see her face.”

Laughter echoed behind you as you stomped away, cursing yourself for ever sitting with those troublemakers in the first place.