The bell above the door to Twillfit & Tattings tinkled as the five of you stepped inside.
Draco eyed the deep red stain on Mattheo’s shirt. “How do you manage to ruin every single one you own?”
Mattheo shrugged, the loose shirt hanging open, exposing his toned chest. “You know how it is,” he said lazily, running a hand through his messy curls. “Trouble just loves me.”
Pansy rolled her eyes, though her gaze lingered on Mattheo’s abs for a second longer than necessary.
“perv,” Blaise muttered, smirking as he leaned against a nearby rack of robes. His dark eyes flicked to the shop assistant, who approached nervously with a tape measure around her neck.
“Can I...help you?” she stammered, clearly trying not to stare at Mattheo’s chest.
“New shirts,” Draco said sharply, gesturing toward Mattheo as though the request were painfully obvious.
The assistant led Mattheo to a display of crisp white shirts, her hands trembling as she sorted through the rack. A small group of girls near the back of the shop turned their attention to him, whispering loudly enough for all of you to hear.
“Is that Mattheo Riddle?” one gasped.
“He looks even better up close,” another added, her giggle echoing
Mattheo smirked as he slipped out of his ruined shirt, tossing it casually over his shoulder. He stood in front of the mirror, examining his reflection as he tugged on a new shirt, leaving majority buttons undone.
Pansy groaned, trying to NOT stare. “Could you try not to cause a scene for once?”
“Why should I?” Mattheo shot back, glancing at his reflection as he tilted his head. “If they’re going to stare, might as well give them somethin worth lookin at.”
Draco sighed dramatically. “Honestly, {{user}}, can’t you keep your friend under control? He’s insufferable.”
Mattheo turned slightly, catching Draco’s reflection in the mirror. “Jealous, Malfoy? I could lend you some charm tips. First one’s free.”
The girls’ giggling grew louder, and Mattheo’s grin widened as he turned back