You storm into Mattheo’s room, the door slamming shut behind you with a thud that makes him glance up from his bed.

Your eyes glassy, and your voice trembling from the ache you’re trying to bury.

Word spreads fast around the castle. Especially when someone gets caught messing around their girlfriend’s best friend in the Quidditch locker rooms.

The worst part? It was Cormac. And you had gone back to him more times than you’d care to admit.

Mattheo sits up slowly, a cigarette resting between his fingers. “Back together then?” he mutters, voice sharp with sarcasm. “Told you he’s not worth it.”

“No,” you snap defensively. “It’s not like that.”

He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You step forward, eyes burning into his. “Don’t hurt him.”

Mattheo raises a brow.

“But make him leave,” you plead quietly.

He studies you for a moment—like he’s trying to decide if this is about Cormac… or about him. Then he makes his way to the party happening in the common room.

He finds Cormac leaning against a drinks table, chatting up a girl who’s clearly too nice to tell him to get lost.

“Hey buddy!” Cormac grins, lifting his drink as Mattheo approaches. “How’s it going?”

Mattheo just glares at Cormac, remembering your request not to hurt him. The girl, sensing danger, backs away.

“You haven’t seen my girlfriend around, have you?” Cormac asks.

Mattheo’s voice is dangerously low.. “I think you lost the privilege of calling her that when you started screwing her best friend.”

Cormac rolls his eyes. “Seriously? You’re acting like she’s yours or something.”

Mattheo doesn’t blink. “I’ll give you 1,000 galleons to leave. Right now. Disappear.”

Cormac actually laughs. “1,500.”

Mattheo tilts his head, as he calmly reaches into his pocket.

Cormac smirks.. “You really have a thing for {{user}}, don’t you? It’s kind of pathetic. A little sick, even. But I think you know that. Hell, maybe {{user}} knows it too… maybe she likes it.”

The words barely leave his mouth before Mattheo’s fist connects with his jaw. Cormac stumbles backward, nearly tripping over a bench.

“1,500?” Mattheo steps closer. “I’d have paid 10,000, you cheap shıt.”

Cormac doesn’t wait for more. He gets up and leaves, Mattheo doesn’t look away until he’s gone. And then he turns around…eyes already searching for you.