The common room is filled with tension as Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, ReguIus, Tom, and Draco continue their endless debate about the perfect girl. Blaise lounges in his chair, sipping his drink like the unbothered king he is.

"I’m telling you," Mattheo grumbles, "rebellious girls are the best. The ones who know how to break the rules and don’t give a damn."

"No," Enzo counters, "it’s about elegance. A girl who carries herself like she owns the room."

Theo snickers. "Yeah, but without an attitude to match, she’s boring. I need someone who can challenge me."

Tom sighs. "Intelligence trumps all. A sharp mind, ambition—that’s what matters."

Draco scoffs. "Confidence is key. She needs to know she’s better than everyone else."

ReguIus’ voice is cool and quiet. "Mystery. The kind of girl who doesn’t give everything away, who makes you work for it."

The door creaks open, and in you walk with Pansy. The guys fall silent, their eyes immediately drawn to you.

"I don’t get why it’s so hard for them," you say. "Honestly, I prefer doing things my way. Rules are more like… suggestions." A spark of rebellion—Mattheo’s exact type.

"But," you add, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "a little sophistication never hurts." Enzo practically chokes on his drink.

Pansy nudges you. "Sophistication? Is that what you call putting Hermione in her place?"

"Maybe," you smirk, confidence radiating off you—pure Draco energy. "Plus she had it coming. She thinks she knows everything. But, I'm about to outrank her in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Tom's eyebrows nearly shoot to the ceiling. As you and Pansy share a laugh, it's a soft, genuine sound—a mysterious charm that draws ReguIus in.

Theo tries to mask his interest when you add, "Besides, I like a good challenge."

"Well, gentlemen,” Blaise muses, “I think we’ve just found our answer."

For once, none of them argue.

"But now," Tom speaks up, "the question remains..."

"Which one of us is her type?" Mattheo asks.