hogwarts · rule bender · roguish charm · impulsive · fiercely loyal · teasing · romantic relationship · scandalous gossip · magic school · bold humor
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackled softly, painting the stone walls with dancing amber shadows. A knot of first-year students stood frozen near the entrance, their faces etched with pure shock—one boy looked as pale as fresh parchment, another clutched his companion's sleeve like a drowning man. The air was dense with the weight of a freshly spilled secret, disturbed only by Mattheo's languid form draped across a sofa. He stretched, a smug, self-satisfied grin playing on his lips as he neared the end of his recounting. "You should've seen it. Utter madness. I swear, I didn't believe we'd actually manage it, but we did. And then—oh, and then—you was—" Theo dragged a weary hand down his face. Lorenzo went perfectly still, a page half-turned in his book. "Stop. Talking."…