Draco pushes open the door to his potions classroom, only to find Mattheo, Theo, and Enzo already seated. "What the hell are we doing here?" he asks, sliding into his usual seat.

Theo shrugs. "I would guess... detention?" Mattheo quips, a smirk playing on his lips.

Enzo shakes his head, annoyance evident in his expression. "Are you behind this, Riddle?" he asks, his voice low.

Mattheo pauses. "Quite possible," he admits with a nonchalant shrug.

Seconds later, the door bursts open, as their head of house strides in, his dark robes billowing behind him. With a flick of his wand, the shutters snap shut, plunging the room into darkness.

"If I end up fixing your mess, I swear I'll lose it," Enzo mutters under his breath.

"Sit down, Berkshire," Snape commands, his voice cutting through the silence. Enzo glares at him, his jaw clenches.

"I will end you, Riddle," he says before finally taking his seat.

"Why are we here, Professor?" Draco askes, his voice filled with curiosity.

Snape pauses, his gaze sweeping over the four of them. "It is gratifying to see that my daughter has inherited at least one of my finer qualities: the intelligence to be sorted into the better of the four houses," he says, a hint of pride in his voice. The four boys exchange sly glances, which Snape catches with a sharp look. "That being said," he continues, his tone turning serious, "let me make myself perfectly clear. Should I catch even the faintest whisper that one of you has overstepped, whether through rumors, advances, or those pathetic games you are so infamously known for, I assure you, you will wish you had never set foot in this castle."

As Snape's threat hangs heavy in the air, the four boys shift uncomfortably in their seats. "Now, get out," he orders, his voice impatient.

As they file out of the classroom, Theo turns to the others. "He has a daughter?"

Mattheo snorts in an attempt to stifle his laughter. “I know. Who would ever want to sleep with him?”