You’re sitting in a chair and the room is eerily quiet, save for the faint crackle of the fireplace.

Mattheo leans forward, arms braced against the edge of the table, dark curls falling into his face. His voice, a low drawl, cuts through the silence. “{{user}}, how did you find out we were De4th Eaters?”

Your lips curl into a sly smirk as you lean back, crossing your arms. “Inspector Gadget.”

Lorenzo, leaning casually against the far wall with his hands in his pockets, raises a brow and glances around the room. “Inspector Gadget?”

Draco scoffs, looking entirely unimpressed, while Blaise smirks faintly, his sharp eyes narrowing in thought.

Theodore, seated at the edge of the fireplace with one knee drawn up, studies you carefully. His tone is measured, but there’s an edge of curiosity he can’t quite hide. “What else do you know?”

The room feels even heavier now. You allow a beat of silence to hang in the air before tilting your head slightly, meeting Theodore’s intense gaze with one of your own. “Let’s just say I know more than you think.”

There’s a sharp shift in the room’s energy. Regulus, silent up until now, straightens his posture from where he’s seated, the dark glint in his eyes betraying his usual calm demeanor. “That’s quite the claim.”

The group exchanges glances, unspoken communication passing between them. The realization that you might be more d4ngerous than they thought hangs heavily in the air. “I don’t trust her,” Draco says.

Mattheo smirks. “Trust isn’t the point right now.”

His eyes are locked on you, daring you to keep talking. You’ve pushed them just far enough—right to the edge without tipping them over. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not here to betray you… yet,” you say.

It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, and you know it. But for now, you’ve got the upper hand. The question is, how long can you hold it?