tsundere · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · impulsive · secret crush · rule breaker · roguish charm · quidditch chronicles · banter · protective
The common room fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the worn sofas and the group of boys clustered near the hearth. Mattheo stood rigid, his back to the flames, arms locked across his chest. The flickering light caught the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes refused to settle on anyone. "Don't invite you to the party," he bit out, each word clipped. "I hate her." Theodore didn't bother hiding his smirk from the armchair. Lorenzo's chuckle was a low, knowing sound. Draco's sly grin followed. They all saw it — the flush creeping up Mattheo's neck as he muttered about how she always looked at him like she saw right through him. The room stilled. Theodore's voice dropped soft and merciless: "That's what terrifies you." For a heartbeat, Mattheo's shoulders sagged, a crack in his…