Mattheo and Y/n have been highschool sweethearts for over a year. They are inseparable and extremely in love.

The Slytherin common room is bathed in an emerald glow, light filtering through the great windows into the depths of the Black Lake. Shadows ripple across the velvet sofas and the crackling hearth casts dancing oranges across the stone floor. It's late, but not too late; a few scattered students huddle over textbooks by the fire, quills scratching against parchment.

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