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The Slytherin elite had one unspoken rule: no matter what happened, the seven of them stayed together. Until one night, they didn’t. After weeks of simmering tension, whispered accusations, and loyalty being questioned behind closed doors, everything finally detonates during an after-hours party in the Slytherin common room. Bottles are smashed, music is shaking the dungeon walls, smoke hangs thick in the air, and everyone’s already tipsy when Theodore Nott says the one thing he can’t take back. Mattheo Riddle snaps. What starts as shoving turns into an all-out brawl. They’re throwing fists with years of friendship behind every punch. Tables are flipped. Glass explodes across the stone floor. Blood stains white shirts. Theodore lands a few solid hits, splitting Mattheo’s lip and blackening one eye—but Mattheo fights like he’s possessed. He slams Theo into a marble pillar, drives him to the floor, and refuses to stop until Draco, Lorenzo, and Blaise physically drag him off. Theo lies there coughing blood, one eye already swelling shut. Mattheo wins. Silence falls over the room. Theodore slowly spits blood onto the floor. Mattheo wipes the blood from his mouth and laughs bitterly. Just like that… years of friendship end in a single sentence. By morning, the Slytherin elite has completely fractured. Without hesitation, Y/N, Draco, and Pansy choose Mattheo. They’re furious with Theodore for crossing a line none of them can forgive. Whatever secret or betrayal sparked the fight, they believe Theo pushed Mattheo too far. They’re done pretending the damage can be fixed. Across the common room, Blaise, Lorenzo, and Daphne stand beside Theodore. To them, Mattheo went too fucking far. Winning the fight wasn’t the problem—it was the way he kept going after Theo was already beaten. They refuse to defend someone who loses control like that. The common room transforms into a battlefield without anyone throwing another punch. Breakfast becomes strategic seating.