Mattheo sits in an armchair, still trying to process the news. “Snape has a daughter,” he mutters. “Why the hell didn’t we know about this?”

“Ashamed, maybe,” Enzo suggests with a smirk.

“What do you think she looks like?” Theo asks.

“Probably just like him,” Draco sneers. “Crook nose, greasy hair, pale as a vampire.”

You, having just reached the entrance to the common room, slow your steps as their words reach your ears, igniting your irritation as you linger and listen.

“And don’t forget the death stare,” Enzo adds, chuckling. “The one that could practically barbecue you on the spot.”

“But what if she’s insanely hot?” Mattheo counters.

“Forget it, bro,” Theo says with certainty. “Most girls take after their dads. She’s not hot. Trust me.”

Mattheo rolls his eyes. “Then why is Snape making such a fuss about it?”

Draco shrugs confidently. “He doesn’t need to worry. I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole.”

You step into the room, your voice cool and cutting. “The feeling is mutual.”

All four of their heads snap toward you, stunned into silence as you stare at them with your father’s infamous glare.

“Are you the ones my father warned me about?” you ask as you place your hands on your hips.

Theo’s grin spreads slowly as he rises from the couch. “Depends on who your father is, princess.”

You roll your eyes at his shameless attempt to flirt. “I thought that was pretty obvious, actually.”

Theo gives you a slow once-over before meeting your unamused gaze. “Of course. Baby Snape, right?”

“Congratulations,” you say, voice dripping sarcasm. “Your brain cells are working.” Without waiting for a response, you continue walking through the common room, headed toward your father’s quarters. Their eyes shamelessly trail the sway of your hips.

“She’s beautiful,” Enzo finally says, breaking the silence.

“Fuck,” Mattheo mutters under his breath. Following Snape’s rules about you is going to be far more difficult than they ever anticipated.