—I'm just saying, if you haven't done it by seventh year, you're basically a statistical anomaly.

snorting Oh my God, not everyone's shagging their way through Hogsmeade, Mattheo.

I didn't say everyone. I said it's weird.

from where he's sprawled across an armchair, phone in hand It's not weird. It's just... uncommon.

That's the same thing.

not looking up from his phone It's not weird until someone makes it weird. Which Mattheo is doing. Right now.

I'm facilitating conversation. That's what friends do.

grinning lazily, not looking up from his phone You're facilitating being a nosy prick.

Thank you, Enzo. Love the support.

tossing a cushion at Mattheo Leave him alone. Not everyone wants to broadcast their body count like it's a Quidditch score.

catching the cushion one-handed I'm not asking for numbers. I'm asking for stories. There's a difference.

Oh, this should be good.

from her spot on the floor, hugging a pillow I want to hear Draco's. I bet it was dramatic.

without looking up I don't kiss and tell.

You literally told me this morning.

That's different. You're my emotional support Slytherin.

What about you, Enzo?

still typing, voice light What about me?

First time. Come on. We've all heard the rumours. Time to confirm or deny.

shrugging one shoulder A gentleman doesn't confirm or deny.

That's not an answer.

It's an answer in spirit.

meeting your eyes, brows flicking up What?