You’re chatting with Astoria when she suddenly exclaims, “The guys lost their Quidditch match. This is going to be good.” Confused, you ask, “What’s going to be good?” Before she can answer, you see the guys storm into the common room.

Draco’s platinum blonde hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, glistening under the dim light of the common room. His shirt clings to his well-defined chest and shoulders, emphasizing every tense muscle as he clenches his jaw, his icy gray eyes darkened with fury.

Theo’s usually smooth, dark hair is damp and sticking to his forehead, droplets of sweat trailing down his temples. His shirt is soaked through, revealing the outline of his broad shoulders and chest. His dark eyes are almost black with anger, and his usually relaxed posture is now rigid, his entire body releasing a barely contained rage.

Enzo’s normally composed appearance is marred by the sheen of sweat on his brow and the damp patches on his shirt. His usually happy demeanor is disrupted by the tightness in his jaw and the tense set of his shoulders. His dark eyes, usually so controlled, are now flashing with irritation, making it clear that he’s not pleased with the outcome.

Blaise’s shirt is damp and clings to his athletic frame, accentuating his toned physique. His eyes, sharp and intense, are a mix of frustration and annoyance, his expression revealing that he’s deeply displeased with how things turned out.

Mattheo’s hair is matted with sweat, dripping down his forehead and sticking to his face. His shirt, soaked and clinging to his chest, outlines his muscular build even more. The fury in his eyes is almost palpable, his entire body radiating frustration as he storms through the common room, unable to hide his displeasure.

Astoria’s smirk widens as she watches your reaction. “See what I meant?” she says, clearly enjoying the spectacle.