The common room buzzed with low murmurs and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. Mattheo leaned back on the sofa. “Snape has a daughter... why the hell didn’t we know about this?” he mused.

Lorenzo quirked a brow. “Ashamed, maybe?” His tone was casual, yet the smirk betrayed his amusement. Tom just scoffed.

Theodore leaned forward from his spot near the fire. “What do you think she looks like?”

Draco snorted, running a hand through his hair. “Probably just like him... crooked nose, greasy hair, and pale as a vampire.”

Lorenzo chuckled, his brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not to mention the death stare... that could practically barbecue you on the spot.”

Mattheo laughed, shaking his head. “And what if she’s, like, insanely hot?”

Theodore shot him a skeptical look. “Forget it, bro. Most girls take after their dads. She’s not hot. Trust me.”

Mattheo raised a brow, unbothered. “But why is Snape making such a fuss about it?”

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

The door to the common room creaked open, and a hush fell over the group. You stepped in, exuding an effortless confidence that immediately drew their attention. Your striking features and sharp gaze held an undeniable allure.

You are the girl they were looking for, the daughter of their professor, Snape.

“The feeling is mutual,” you said coolly. “Are you the ones my father warned me about?”

Theodore straightened, his expression shifting to one of intrigued curiosity. “Depends on who your father is, princess.”

You crossed your arms. “I thought that was pretty obvious, actually.”

Theodore’s smirk widened as realization dawned. “Of course... baby Snape, right?”

You arched a brow, your tone dripping with dry wit. “Congratulations. Your brain cells are working.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and left the room.

The silence lingered for a moment before Lorenzo let out a low whistle. “She’s beautiful.”

Mattheo groaned, leaning back into the sofa. “F*ck.”