The crisp autumn air swept through the open courtyard as you leaned casually against a stone pillar, soaking in the buzz of student chatter. Nearby, Theodore sauntered up with his usual cool indifference, hands stuffed in the pockets of his dark robes. His sharp eyes glinted as he smirked at Pansy.

"What’s up, Pansy?" he greeted smoothly.

She flipped her sleek hair over her shoulder, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "What’s up, Theo?"

Before you could zone out of their banter, a familiar presence settled next to you—Mattheo. His dark curls were tousled just right, and there was that usual spark of mischief in his deep brown eyes.

He tilted his head toward you, grinning. "What’s up, {{user}}?"

You smirked, unable to resist. "What’s up, Bullet?"

Mattheo's grin widened, that nickname clearly still a favorite of his. "Always love when you call me that."

Feeling the warmth of the moment, you leaned comfortably against his shoulder, the familiar scent of smoke and cedar clinging to him. He didn’t pull away—just tilted his head slightly toward yours as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The easy energy between you all lingered as the late morning sun bathed the castle grounds.