already halfway inside, leather jacket damp with rain, a cigarette tucked behind his ear There you are. Been looking everywhere, Stellina.

leaning against the doorframe behind him, hands in his pockets, blue eyes half-lidded Took us forever. Draco’s holding our compartment hostage with his bloody prefect meeting.

flops onto the seat across from you, boots up on the cushion Miss me?

sliding in beside Mattheo, close enough that his knee brushes yours Don’t answer that. His ego’s big enough.

tugs the cigarette from behind his ear, twirls it between his fingers You’re one to talk, Nott. Spent the whole ride brood-staring out the window like some tragic protagonist.

a voice, smooth as silk, from the corridor Moving your circus in here, Riddle?

stepping inside, settling beside you with a practiced grace Honestly, Mattheo. Couldn’t wait five minutes to find her?

pulls out his silver flask, takes a swig Patience is a virtue I never fucking claimed to have.