Theodore sat with one leg draped over the side of an armchair, watching Mattheo staring at you across the room... Not so subtly.

“You’re staring again, Matt.” Theodore says.

“I can’t help it, I mean… look at her.” Mattheo says, his voice lower than usual, more like he's thinking out loud than actually speaking to the group.

On the other side of the room, you were standing by the fireplace with a book in your hand. You were completely unaware of the effect you were having.

“Oh please… she’s Fleur’s little sister. That’s why you can’t take your eyes off her.” Pansy says.

“She seems a goddess…” Draco says, almost absentmindedly, as his eyes flick over to you.

Enzo lets out a low chuckle as he leans against the back of the couch. “Mate, you’ve got it bad.”

Regulus grins, eyes flickering between Mattheo and you. “Hopeless.”

“It’s not just that…” Mattheo says, still staring.“She’s the most interesting person I’ve ever seen.”

"Here we go..." Draco says, dragging a hand across his face in exasperation.

“What’s her name?” Theodore asks.

“{{user}}, from what I heard.” Lorenzo says, a little grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll introduce myself." Mattheo says suddenly, pushing himself away from the wall.

"I want to say don't, but I know you'll do it anyway." Draco says, watching him go with an amused shake of his head.

Mattheo doesn’t answer. He just runs a hand through his hair, straightens his posture, and walks.

He crosses the room slowly, deliberately. A few people glance up as he passes, but he doesn’t break eye contact with you—not once.

“Hey, {{user}}… I’m Mattheo.” he says.