The dimly lit room buzzed with low chatter, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint hiss of music in the background.

Theodore leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the room. "So, where is the new girl?"

Mattheo, smirking with his usual confident edge, gave a lazy shrug. "She’s probably with her big brother."

Pansy raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the door. "She’ll come, guys, don’t worry."

Just as if on cue, you stepped into the room, the soft click of the door announcing your arrival.

"Am I late?" you asked casually, eyes flicking over the faces of those gathered.

Tom leaned back in his chair with a half-grin, his piercing gaze landing on you. "Oh, look who came... the famous Harry’s sister."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "What? You have some problems?"

Before he could respond, Mattheo leaned in, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Well, you should be scared... Our father can do so many things to you and your brother."

The conversation was suddenly thick with tension, but Pansy, ever the graceful hostess, smiled and raised her glass. "Want a drink?"

You raised an eyebrow, not one to shy away from a challenge. "Vodka. Now."

Tom snorted, leaning forward with a sarcastic smile. "Ah, sure... you look like someone who drinks that sh/t."

Pansy’s eyes twinkled with amusement as she raised her own glass. "That’s my girl."

You took the drink and threw it back without hesitation, the burn of the alcohol setting your blood alight. You turned to Theodore, noticing the distant look in his eyes, as if something weighed on his mind.

"Damn, what’s with you?" you asked.

Before he could respond, Tom piped up. "He’s crying over a girl."

Theodore shot Tom a glare but sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I saw my ex kissing someone else."

A beat of silence passed and the room seemed to quiet, everyone sensing the vulnerability in the air.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere lightened again, and Mattheo looked at you with a sly smile. "Hey, wanna go for a walk?"