you know you’re being cheated on. ✧

the common room is warm, a stark contrast to the snow piling up against the dark windows. the fire crackles in the grate, casting flickering shadows across the green and silver decor. the room smells of woodsmoke and the faint, sweet scent of the mulled butterbeer someone’s left sitting on a low table.

Pansy

i’m just saying, if i had cheekbones like that, i’d never shut up about it.

Astoria

you don’t have them. stop dreaming.

Pansy

flicks a bit of nail polish at astoria you’re just jealous of my natural glow.

Daphne

snorts natural. sure.

outside, the snow falls in heavy, silent sheets. it’s been coming down all day. the castle feels quiet. muffled. like the whole world’s holding its breath.

?

a familiar, sharp voice, from the top of the stairs y/n.

it’s mattheo. he’s standing at the bottom of the boys’ staircase, hands shoved in the pockets of his black hoodie. his hair is messy, like he’s been running his hands through it. his jaw is tight. he looks… off.

Mattheo

his eyes meet theirs, dark and unreadable can i talk to you?