you were seated in the black leather couch in the dim lit slytherin common room. Your eyes scanned the room, it were grand and spacious. There were round greenish lamps hanging down from the ceiling attached to dark colored chains. The dark leather couches that were scattered around the room looked awfully good as it complimented the walls and ceiling. You can been deep in thought when mattheo approached you, a grin crackled in the corners of his lips.

“did you know that it’s impossible to press your tongue into your cheek? I have tried myself, didn’t work at all.”

your brows furrowed as your eyes searched his. His words were laced with some sort of challenge which you detected almost immediately.

“of course it’s possible, prick”

you scoffed, while putting the book you were reading aside beside you. You quickly rolled your eyes at him before bringing your tongue to the side of your inner cheek, giving it a light press. You withdraw your tongue at last only notice the shift of attention that had been glued onto you out of nowhere. You bat your eyelashes out of confusion as yours eyes flicker along the boys expressions. The corners of their lips were cracked into wide grins or curled in playful smirks. You tilted your head to the side, running your fingers through your hair anxiously.