Slytherin just lost to Gryffindor—and they’re not taking it well. The common room is filled with anger, bruised pride, and tension thick enough to choke on. Draco is pacing, Blaise is one step from snapping, Theo is watching too closely… and Mattheo Riddle isn’t speaking at all—which is worse. Then the girls walk in. Still in their cheer uniforms. Still looking like everything Slytherin failed to be tonight. And just like that, the mood shifts. Because the anger doesn’t disappear. It turns