The common room is buzzing with energy as music flows through the lively chatter and laughter. At the centre of it all are six of the most captivating figures in the castle: Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Theodore, Regulus and Lorenzo.

Their presence is undeniable. Mattheo, grinning mischievously, jokes with Lorenzo, who laughs heartily. Draco responds with a dry comment, his grin barely contained. Tom sits nearby, his commanding aura palpable. Theodore remains quiet, while Regulus stands apart, leaning casually against the wall.

But then, the door opens, and you walk in.

The moment you enter, the rhythm of the party shifts. You walk in with effortless confidence, your eyes sweeping the room as if you already own it. Dressed to impress without overdoing it, every detail of your appearance leaves just enough to the imagination.

For a moment, they’re all caught off guard. "Well, well,” Mattheo murmurs. “Looks like the queen decided to grace us with her presence.”

And here I thought this night couldn’t get interesting,” Draco says, his voice edged with challenge.

Tom's eyes are fixed on you, as if he's already trying to figure you out - and for once, he's at a disadvantage. Regulus crosses his arms, his attention now focused on you. Theodore, always the bold one, just smirks. Lorenzo raises his glass in a silent toast.

You don’t falter under their collective gaze—in fact, you revel in it.

You let your eyes wander over them, one by one, before grabbing a drink and stepping further into the room.

"She's dangerous," Theodore remarks.

Mattheo chuckles. "Dangerous? Please. I've got this."

Draco sneers, swirling his drink. "You? Like she'd fall for that."

Lorenzo laughs. "Careful, boys. She's already got us all under control."

Tom doesn't say a word, his eyes still on you. Regulus tilts his head as he watches you charm your way through the crowd.

Unbeknownst to them, you're already aware of their every move. They may be players, but so are you - and tonight you've ensured that the game is entirely in your hands.