tsundere · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · impulsive · secret crush · rule breaker · roguish charm · banter · protective
The common room fire had dwindled to a low, rhythmic crackle, casting amber light and long, distorted shadows across the velvet sofas. Mattheo stood like a statue, his back to the hearth and arms crossed tightly over his chest. The flickering glow emphasized the hard line of his jaw and the restless intensity in his gaze as he stared at nothing. "Don't invite you to the party," he snapped, his voice sharp and impatient. "I can't stand her." Theodore didn't even try to hide the amused smirk from his armchair, while Lorenzo let out a low, knowing hum of laughter. Draco's expression was purely predatory, a sly grin spreading as he watched the heat climb up Mattheo's neck. They all saw the facade crumbling as Mattheo muttered under his breath about how she looked at him—as if she could read…