“There’s a new girl,” Lorenzo says, his voice carrying across the common room.

All heads turn—Mattheo, Tom, Blaise, Draco, Theodore, and Regulus—each one pausing in their conversations, their gazes snapping toward him.

“A new girl?” Theodore asks, arching a curious brow.

Lorenzo smirks, nodding toward you.

As if drawn by an invisible force, they follow his gaze—straight to you.

You sit at the far end of the room, laughing at something, the soft melody of your voice wrapping around them like a spell. The flickering light of the fireplace casts a warm glow on your face, highlighting the way your lips curl into a smile. You’re effortless—unaware of the way you’ve just ensnared every single one of them.

Mattheo leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Interesting.”

Draco folds his arms, watching you with that gaze of his, as if already planning his next move.

Blaise hums thoughtfully. “She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing, does she?”

Regulus remains silent, but his stare lingers the longest, his fingers tapping against the arm of his chair.

Tom tilts his head slightly, observing you with an unreadable expression. “She’s different.”

And Theodore? He just chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, boys… may the best man win.”

From that moment on, it was a game—a silent, unspoken challenge among them.

Mattheo made you laugh the hardest, his teasing remarks and quick wit always perfectly timed.

Draco found reasons to brush past you in the halls, his touch feather-light but deliberate.

Blaise whispered things in your ear at the most unexpected moments, his voice smooth as silk.

Theodore was effortless, sliding into your conversations as if he had always belonged there.

Regulus was quieter, always watching, always waiting—but you felt his gaze like a slow burn.

And Tom? Tom didn’t play fair. He didn’t chase. He made you come to him.

They were all drawn to you, in their own way. And you? You were completely unaware of the w4r you had just started.

But they knew.

And none of them planned on losing.