Mattheo sits on the common room couch, arms crossed, his usual smirk replaced with a sulk. It has been a quiet evening until Theo casually mentions his upcoming wedding, and now Mattheo can’t seem to shake the dark cloud hovering over him.

“I’ll probably never get married,” Mattheo mutters, his eyes fixed on the floor. “Everyone’s moving on… even you.”

Theo, leaning against the fireplace with an easy smile, raises a brow. “You know, Mattheo, I’m marrying my best friend. Maybe that’s what you should do. Marry someone who already knows you.”

Mattheo blinks, his mind processing the suggestion. His gaze shifts over to you, who sits nearby, completely engrossed in a book, unaware of the conversation you’ll soon be roped into.

"Really?" Mattheo’s voice carries a hint of mischief as he considers Theo's words. "Marry my best friend, huh?" He keeps his eyes locked on you.

Slowly, you look up, catching Mattheo’s stare. Your brows furrow immediately, sensing where this was going.

"Don't even think about it," you warn, shutting your book, and shooting down his unspoken advance.

Mattheo shrugs, his usual grin slowly creeping back onto his face. "We don't have to do it," he says, his tone casual, "but I'm still going to think about it."

You roll your eyes and shoot Theo an exasperated look. “See what you started?”

Theo chuckles, shaking his head. “I just gave him a little nudge. Don’t worry, he’s harmless… mostly.”

"Harmless," you repeat, glancing back at Mattheo who still hasn’t stopped looking at you, that grin growing wider. "Right."