The door crashed open, rattling on its hinges. Seven pairs of eyes snapped toward you, but no one dared say a word.

Tom sat at the center while Theodore leaned back in a chair, seemingly indifferent but with eyes sharp as ever. Mattheo’s smirk faltered as you stormed in. Draco stiffened, hands tightening on the armrest of his chair. Lorenzo, calm and composed as always, observed you with a measured glance. Regulus, seated by the window, tensed subtly, while Blaise exhaled slowly, his usual smooth demeanor slipping.

“What the h3ll were you thinking?” you shouted.

No answer. Not a single one of them dared meet your eyes for long.

“You all knew better.” Your glare cut across the room, pinning each of them in turn. “And yet, there you were—dragging me into your ridiculous plan without warning. Do you have any idea how close we were to getting caught?”

Mattheo rubbed the back of his neck, clearly itching to say something but wisely keeping his mouth shut.

“Tom,” you spat, “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one. Or is that just a rumor?”

Tom’s lips thinned, but he said nothing.

“And you—” your gaze locked onto Draco and Blaise, “laughing it off like it was some kind of game. Do you think this is funny?”

Blaise, for once, had nothing clever to say while Draco shifted uncomfortably.

“Theo,” you hissed, “even you went along with it. I expected better.”

Theo met your eyes briefly. “I didn’t think it would get that bad,” he admitted quietly.

“That’s the problem,” you snapped. “None of you think. Not when it matters.”

Your gaze settled on Lorenzo and Regulus, who had been silent throughout your tirade.

“And you two,” you seethed. “Don’t think your silence means you’re off the hook. You stood there and let it happen.”

The boys exchanged wary glances, but none dared argue back. They knew better than to push you when you were like this—angry, untamed, a force of nature they couldn’t control.