Wrong number - M.R, T.N, D.M

32

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Daisy and the 3 hoes 💅🏼🫦

Theo🫦
Where are u guys?
I'm in the great hall alone

Blondie🐸
I see u

Mattheo🤍
I'm coming

Theo🫦
Dais? Are u here yet?

Mattheo🤍
I haven't seen her

Daisy
IM HERE
WAIT IM COMING

Mattheo🤍
I'm here now

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"THEO!"

My voice cuts across the Great Hall, loud enough to turn heads. The three of them look up at once, shock flashing across their faces.

It takes me a second to realise why.

My hair.

Somewhat blonde again, for now.

"Dais!" Theo breaks into a grin and crosses the room in seconds, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Bloody hell," he says, leaning back to look at me properly. "You look incredible."

I smile, warmth spreading through me. It's our final year. Everything feels sharper somehow, like it matters more.

Draco and Mattheo are still by the table, both staring. Draco recovers first.

"You changed your hair."

I shrug lightly. "You don't like it? Thought you said you wanted the old us back."

He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he steps forward and wraps me in a hug. "I love it. You look gorgeous."

Over his shoulder, I catch sight of Mattheo.

He's not smiling.

If anything, he looks... distant. Closed off.

I pull away slowly, my gaze settling on him. "I thought you'd be happier to see me."

My tone comes out cooler than I intend.

He finally looks up, meeting my eyes. No smile. Nothing soft.

"I am."

The words feel flat. Unconvincing.

I nod anyway, even though it doesn't quite sit right.

"Oh, right," Theo cuts in, clapping his hands together as he drops back into his seat. "Tell us everything. How was your summer?"

We sit at the Slytherin table, the familiar noise of the hall filling the gaps between us. Before I can answer, arms wrap around me from behind.

"Hello, Blondie."

I laugh, startled. "Adrian, you scared me."

He grins, stepping around to face us. "Mind if I join?"

He glances at the boys, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.

"Course," Theo says, though his smile is a little forced. Still, he means it.

"I'm surprised you remember me," Adrian jokes as he sits.

Mattheo rolls his eyes under his breath.

"Aren't we all."

I glance at him, frowning slightly.

"Of course I remember you," I say, quieter, but loud enough for all of them to hear.