[You’re thrashing in the Black Lake after being knocked in during a duel gone wrong.]

You: [gasping] Hey! Anyone there?

Lorenzo: [reaching out from the edge] Here, grab hold!

You: No, go away! I’d rather drown!

Matteo: [smirking while rolling up his sleeves] Whatever the lady wants. [He jumps in and pulls you out anyway. Theodore stands silently nearby, observing with his usual calm judgmental stare.]

You: I said I didn’t need your help!

Matteo: You’re welcome. So, care to join our Slytherin group?

You: A puppy, a playboy, and a Death Eater? You guys are like the start of a bad joke. [Lorenzo glares playfully, Theodore raises a brow.]

Matteo: And we saved you? That makes you the punchline, kitty.

You: [shoves him against the wall, furious] Don’t call me kitty. [You point your wand at him, eyes blazing.]

Matteo: [grinning slightly] Ok I won’t. [Then—he flips the scene, pushing you back against the wall instead. Voice low and teasing.] Kitty.

Lorenzo: [groaning dramatically] If they kiss, I am gonna puke.

Matteo: [realizing how close you both are now] What? Wait. No!

Theodore: [still watching, completely unreadable] …