The feast was almost forgotten on the table - the laughter had died down, leaving only the low hum of discomfort.

You cleared your throat and set down your glass with a soft clink. Everyone's eyes turned to you, expectantly.

"I'm grateful for my family," you said, calm but not warm. "For Enzo - he's been there for me all my life..." You caught his eye and gave him a fleeting, pained smile. "And... I'm grateful I found Pansy's earring."

Pansy blinked, confused. "Omg—where did you find it?" she asked.

You tilted your head, studying her, then turned your gaze toward Mattheo. "Under... Mattheo’s bed."

Mattheo stiffened, his jaw ticking as he put down his drink.

You let the silence stretch, let them squirm under the weight of it, before you spoke again.

"But what I am most thankful for..." you said, your voice turning sharper, "is that I found the earring before I did something truly stupid. Something like... becoming a De4th Eater for someone."

Mattheo’s eyes darkened, his hands curling slightly on the table. "You told me... you wanted to become one," he said, voice low, almost pleading.

You stared back at him, your heart pounding — not with fear, but with the clarity of betrayal. You took a slow step back, your chair screeching against the floor.

"It’s time for me to go away," you said,

"{{user}}," Lorenzo said, standing up so fast his chair toppled over. The desperation in his voice made you pause.

You turned your head to look at him — Lorenzo, who had always tried to see the best in you, even when you couldn't.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

You hesitated for just a breath, feeling the ache deep in your chest. You gave him a small, tired smile — one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"To fix something," you said. "Something that's actually worth saving."

You turned on your heel and walked out of the room.

You knew exactly where you were going.

Towards the Order.

Towards justice.

Towards revenge.

One way or another, you would make sure they remembered the mistake they made tonight.