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Y/N found herself mingling in the slytherin common room, chatting with friends and enjoying the warmth of the crackling fireplace.
Little did she know, a certain Slytherin was about to stir up some commotion.
Matteo Riddle, known for his mischievous antics and devilish charm, stumbled into the common room with a rather unsteady gait.
His usually composed demeanor was nowhere to be found as he staggered about, a result of consuming a bit too much firewhiskey.
"Hey, Matteo, you alright?" Theo Nott, Matteo's closest friend, asked with a raised eyebrow, observing his intoxicated companion.
"I want my mama!" Matteo practically yelled, his voice echoing across the room.
Theo and Enzo, another Slytherin friend, exchanged amused glances before rolling their eyes.
They were all too familiar with Matteo's antics when he was under the influence.
Y/N, who happened to be nearby, couldn't help but overhear Matteo's outburst. With a sigh, she excused herself from her friends and made her way over to the inebriated Slytherin.
"Matteo, what on earth are you doing?" Y/N asked, trying to suppress a smile at his antics.
"Oh hey, mama," Matteo slurred, a goofy grin spreading across his face as he spotted Y/N. "Come here, baby."
Theo and Enzo exchanged glances again, a realization dawning on them.
Matteo wasn't calling out for his actual mother; he was referring to Y/N, his girlfriend, whom he occasionally affectionately called "mama."
Their laughter only grew louder as they made the connection, earning a few curious glances from other Slytherins in the room.
But Theo and Enzo didn't care.
They found the situation hilarious, knowing that Matteo would be mortified when he sobered up and realized what he had said.
Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at the nickname.
Matteo had started calling her "mama" as a joke, and somehow, it had stuck. She had tried to discourage it, but Matteo found it amusing, so she had resigned herself to it.
Nevertheless, she approached him and extended a hand to help him up.
"Alright, let's get you to bed," she said, her tone a mix of exasperation and fondness.
Matteo chuckled drunkenly as Y/N helped him to his feet, leaning on her for support as they made their way out of the common room.
Despite his intoxicated state, there was a sense of contentment on Matteo's face as he watched Y/N with adoration.