PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

It was a quiet afternoon in the Slytherin common room. Mattheo Riddle, Theo Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Enzo Berkenshore were just finishing up a study session in the library. They had gathered their things and were now heading to Y/N's dorm to unwind. Mattheo had a feeling something interesting—or, knowing Y/N, maybe something a little crazy—was going on.

As they walked through the corridors, Mattheo casually mused, "I wonder what she's up to this time. Last week she was organizing her books by the most obscure criteria."

Theo smirked. "Or when she spent three hours in the common room experimenting with potion ingredients just to get her hair to shimmer in the moonlight."

Draco shook his head. "Honestly, I don't know how she gets away with some of the stuff she does."

Blaise was just quiet, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Knowing her, it'll be something fun to watch."

Enzo chuckled. "No doubt."

The boys reached Y/N's dorm, and as they approached the door, they could hear soft music playing inside. There was a calm, familiar humming that they'd all come to associate with her when she was deep into a project. Mattheo pushed the door open with a small grin on his face, expecting to see her casually rearranging something or maybe working on her latest weird makeup technique.

But what they walked in on was not what any of them expected.

Y/N was standing in front of the mirror in the middle of the room, an eyeliner pen in her right hand, and a sharp kitchen knife in her left. The blade was dangerously close to her eye as she leaned in to perfect a cat-eye wing. She was so focused that she didn't even notice the door opening.

"Y/N!" Mattheo's voice cracked with shock and worry as he rushed forward, but his words were too late.

At the sound of his voice, Y/N jumped, her hand jerking just enough to make them all freeze. The blade of the knife was dangerously near her skin, but she quickly steadied herself. "Shut it, Mattheo. I'm trying to focus," she said, her voice barely above a murmur, but the irritation in her tone was clear as she kept her eyes on the mirror.

Mattheo's heart raced as he looked between the knife and her face. "Focus?!" he exclaimed, his voice full of panic. "Y/N, you're holding a knife near your eye! What the hell are you thinking?!"

She sighed dramatically without turning around, her eyes narrowing as she continued tracing the line of her eyeliner with the pen. "I need precision," she said, her voice now laced with frustration. "I can't do a perfect wing with a stupid pen. You have to use something sharp. Just let me finish, okay?"

The boys stood frozen in the doorway, the collective concern written all over their faces.

Theo was the first to react, his voice rising in disbelief. "You're using a kitchen knife, Y/N! For makeup? This is insane!"

Blaise, always the calm one, slowly walked forward. "Please tell me that's not a real knife," he said, his eyes flicking between Y/N and the blade.

Y/N shot him a brief glance over her shoulder before sighing again, clearly irritated. "It's real, but it's fine. I'm being careful. I need it for the sharpest detail," she said, brushing off their concern. "I've done this before."

"Yeah? And how many times have you not poked yourself in the eye?" Draco quipped from the doorway, his arms crossed as he tried to take in the scene with an air of disbelief. "This is madness, Y/N."

Mattheo took another step closer, his voice a mix of anger and worry. "I don't care how many times you've done it. This is dangerous. You could seriously hurt yourself."

Y/N huffed, her fingers gripping the eyeliner pen with precision, her other hand still holding the knife just below her eye. "I'm not going to hurt myself. I just need to get the line right."

Mattheo moved swiftly and carefully took the knife from her grasp, his voice lowering but still full of concern. "No, Y/N. This stops now." His grip was firm but gentle as he guided her hand down, away from her face.

She looked up at him then, and for the first time, there was a flicker of realization in her eyes. "I... I wasn't going to hurt myself, I swear," she murmured, lowering her gaze to the knife in his hand. "I just... I really wanted to get the wing just right."

Theo shook his head. "This is nuts, Y/N. You can't use a knife to do makeup. There are easier ways."

Enzo folded his arms across his chest, his expression one of disbelief. "You could've just used a wing stamp or tape or something. This is too far."

Y/N finally let out a long, defeated breath. "I know, I know. It's just... it's the only way I could get it perfect." She looked at Mattheo, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "I was focused. I wasn't thinking."

Mattheo gently placed the knife on the counter beside her, his voice softening. "Promise me, no more knives near your face. I'd rather you just use the pen."

Y/N nodded reluctantly, biting her lip. "Okay. Promise." Her tone was quieter now, tinged with both guilt and relief.

Draco's smirk returned. "Yeah, that's probably for the best. Imagine explaining to the professors how your eyeliner gave you a permanent scar."

Blaise chuckled, shaking his head. "You definitely don't need a knife to do eyeliner. A steady hand will do just fine."

Y/N rolled her eyes, her hands moving to smooth her hair out. "Fine, I get it. No more knives, no more extreme measures. Just... a little more focus next time."

Mattheo leaned down and kissed the top of her head, the concern in his eyes still present, but there was a smile on his lips. "You're perfect as you are, no need for knives."

She grinned up at him, feeling a little better. "Alright, alright. I'll stick to makeup pens, no more kitchen utensils."

Theo raised an eyebrow. "Next time, just use a spell, Y/N. Maybe a Wingardium Leviosa to get that wing right."

The room filled with laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but laugh with them. Even if she had been a bit too ambitious with her eyeliner, she was thankful for the guys looking out for her—and for the fact that they could joke about it afterward.

"I promise I'll keep the knives away," she said, mock-seriously. "But no guarantees on the eyeliner."

Mattheo shook his head fondly, pulling her close. "Just... no sharp objects near your face, alright?"

Y/N smiled up at him, grateful for his worry. "Promise."