You walk into the Slytherin common room, pulling the hood of your oversized hoodie up over your head despite the warm weather outside. Mattheo is the first to notice and raises an eyebrow at you. "It's hot as balls outside. Why are you wearing that?" he asks, stepping closer. Without waiting for an answer, he gently pulls the hood down, revealing a dark bruise on your cheek. His heart drops to his stomach, his voice growing cold. "What happened to your face?"

You stammer, trying to wave it off. "Oh, I... I had an accident, and Theo offered to help."

Draco and Enzo exchange a quick, knowing glance, while Mattheo’s expression shifts from concern to something darker. His gaze hardens as he spots Theo walking into the room. Without hesitation, Mattheo steps in front of you, his entire demeanor changing.

“Did you do that to her?” Mattheo growls, his eyes locked onto Theo.

Theo pauses, his eyes briefly flicking to you before narrowing. "What did you just say?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

“I asked if you hit her. Did you do that to her?” Mattheo repeats, his voice ice cold as he steps toward Theo, fists clenched.

Theo’s expression darkens, his jaw tightening. *“You really think I would hit her?”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it past you,” Mattheo snaps back, his anger boiling over as he shoves Theo.

You quickly step between them, your voice shaky but firm. “No, no, no. Mattheo, I’m fine. I just tripped, okay? I was looking for you…”

Everyone in the room falls silent, their expressions revealing they don’t believe a word you're saying.

“You really expect me to believe she just tripped?” Mattheo asks in disbelief.

“Get a clue,” Theo snaps, his frustration boiling over. “You weren’t even here, Mattheo!”

“I swear to Salazar, Theo—” Mattheo lunges forward and is about to attack Theo, but you pull him back, your hands gripping his arms tightly.

“Stop, Mattheo!” you shout, your voice shaking as you stand between them.