The group gathers in the common room, ready to take on the "We Listen, Don’t Judge" challenge. “We listen, we don’t judge,” everyone chants in unison.

Pansy exhales. “I had a crush on Snape in our second year,” she admits. Draco shoots her a side-eye, clearly not impressed. “We listen, we don’t judge,” the group responds.

Enzo looks around before dropping his confession, "I called Madame Pomfrey 'mama' for a whole night after I got knocked out during a Quidditch game." Mattheo snickers, unable to hide his amusement. “We listen, we don’t judge,” the group responds again.

Draco leans forward. “Every other month, I feel the need to follow Potter around in secret to see what he’s doing,” Pansy turns to look at Draco, raising an eyebrow. “We listen, we don’t judge,” they all say again.

Tom chimes in. “I was obsessed with Dumbledore and watched his every move for almost a year.” Mattheo's eyes widen at the confession, but the group maintains its synchronized chant. “We listen, we don’t judge.”

Theo grins before sharing his own truth. “I ditched my date more than once to hang out with Mattheo instead. And then ghosted the girl.” You try to mask the shock on your face. “We listen, we don’t judge,” the group replies.

Mattheo laughs, leaning back casually. “I hooked up with people in Tom's bed.” Tom's face immediately tightens, and his expression turns icy. “You did what?!” he exclaims, his anger barely contained. The group stares as Mattheo, recognizing the danger, jumps up and takes off running, with Tom hot on his heels.

“Should somebody help him?” you ask.

“It’s probably best not to get involved,” Draco says, smirking. “Besides, you haven’t gone yet.”

You scoff. “Yeah, like I’m going to tell you guys anything. You’re all judging each other. I can see it on your faces.”

The group exchanges glances, realizing they’ve been caught. Enzo breaks the silence. “Snape?” he asks, turning to Pansy.

“Oh, you’re one to talk, ‘mama’s boy,’” Pansy retorts with a smirk.