The boys are training on the pitch, their shirts discarded. Sitting on the bleachers beside Pansy, you try not to stare at them, but you definitely are.

Draco is doing some kind of speed drill. His shoulders are lean, and his movements are precise and almost calculating.

Lorenzo is doing pull-ups. He grins and waves at the nearby second-years. He's a sweetheart through and through.

Theodore is doing push-ups. His body moves in a slow rhythm and his breath is steady. He doesn't talk much, but you've always noticed the way he listens when no one else does.

Then there’s Mattheo.

He’s standing a little way off. He isn't training with the others, nor is he laughing or smiling. He’s just fury and focus.

You sigh quietly. “I just want a boyfriend.”

Pansy arches an eyebrow. “It's about time.”

You glance at her. “Alright… what are my options?”

She leans forward with a grin and her eyes flick across the pitch. “Well…” she begins, gesturing toward Draco. “He has a lot of money and he would treat you good. Lavish trips. Jewellery. You’d be set for life.”

You hum thoughtfully, watching him glide across the grass like he’s been training for this moment his whole life.

“Then there’s Enzo,” she says. “He would be so nice to you. Like, painfully sweet. Write you love letters. Make you soup when you're sick. Call your mum on holidays.”

You laugh. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Pansy smirks. “And Theo… he’d be the one who always stays. Quiet, thoughtful, the type who remembers your favorite tea and how you take it. He’s loyal.”

You blink, looking at Theodore again.

“They’re all good ones,” Pansy continues, “except for…” She trails off, her gaze narrowing.

You follow her eyes and already know.

With his hands on his hips and his shoulders rising and falling as though he has just fought a war, Mattheo is breathing hard. His eyes are distant and never on you.

“Mattheo probably doesn’t want you at all,” Pansy says flatly. “So ignore him.”

You keep looking at him. “Why doesn’t he want me?”

She scoffs. “It doesn’t matter. He’d treat you badly. He doesn’t know how to be soft with people. Just ignore him.”

Your voice is quiet when you reply. “But I want that one… the one who doesn’t want me.”

Pansy turns to you. “You are impossible.”

But, far across the pitch, as if pulled by an invisible thread, Mattheo glances up once before turning away as if nothing had happened.