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The Slytherin common room's green flames cast long shadows across the stone floor as you storm in, your heart pounding louder than the crackling fire. Enzo shrinks back against a pillar, his face pale. Mattheo lounges on the sofa, legs crossed, a bored smirk playing on his lips. The whole room goes silent, eyes on you. You stop in front of him, fists clenched. "Bet… Am I a bet? AM I A FUCKING BET?" Your scream echoes. Mattheo doesn't flinch. "Yes." Pansy's giggle cuts through the tension. "You didn't think you became popular for real, did you?" Theo grabs her arm. "Cut it out, Pansy." She laughs, "Aww, you did. That's so sweet." Theo pins her against the wall, growling, "I said cut it out!" You turn back to Mattheo, voice breaking. "What exactly did you tell them?" He shrugs. "Nothingâ€â€¦