The room buzzed with tension as the group shuffled in. Draco leaned against the edge of a desk, his arms crossed. “What the h3ll are we doing here?” he demanded.

Mattheo lounged carelessly in a chair, a mischievous smirk curling his lips. “I’d guess... detention,” he quipped.

Lorenzo stood near the doorway. His dark eyes narrowed as he turned toward Mattheo. “Are you behind this, Mattheo?”

Mattheo shot him a lazy grin. “Quite possible.”

Lorenzo let out a sharp breath, the tension in his posture betraying his frustration. “If I end up fixing your mess, I swear… I’ll lose it.”

Before Mattheo could respond, the door slammed shut with an almost theatrical finality. The room fell silent as the figure of their professor, Sever*s, materialized from the shadows.

“Sit down,” he commanded, his tone as cold and sharp as a blade.

Lorenzo’s jaw clenched as he lowered himself into a chair. His voice was a low growl, directed at Mattheo. “I swear, I’ll k*ll you.”

Theodore leaned forward slightly, his brows furrowed. “Why are we here, Professor?”

The man’s cold gaze swept over the room. His voice was steady, yet carried an unmistakable edge. “It is… gratifying to see that my daughter has inherited at least one of my finer qualities—the intelligence to be sorted into your same House.”

He paused, his expression darkening further. “That said… let me make myself perfectly clear. Should I catch even the faintest whisper that one of you has overstepped—whether through rumors, advances, or those pathetic games you are so infamously known for—I assure you, you will wish you had never set foot in this castle.”

The silence was suffocating as his words echoed through the room, leaving no doubt about the seriousness of his threat.

As the group made their way back to the common room, the tension eased into an awkward silence. Finally, Theodore broke it. “He has a daughter?”

"Looks like we've found our next adventure," Mattheo said as he entered the common room.

And there you were, the new student.