The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the dimly lit room. The group lounged in their usual spots—Mattheo sprawled on a sofa, Theodore relaxed in an armchair, Lorenzo leaned against the mantle, Draco toyed with a quill in his chair and Tom sat quietly in the corner.

You were perched cross-legged on the rug, a small smile tugging at your lips as you watched them bicker.

Mattheo clapped his hands together suddenly. “Alright, everyone. It’s time for some fun facts about us! I’ll start.” He leaned forward conspiratorially. “Whenever I do something wrong—and that’s a lot—I love to blame it on Draco.”

Draco glared at him, but his lips twitched. "I always knew you were the reason the professors kept giving me those suspicious looks."

Theodore chuckled. “I once thought I had a crush on Mattheo.” He paused, letting the group’s attention hang in the silence. “Turns out I was just h*gh.” The room erupted into laughter, Mattheo doubling over and slapping his knee.

Lorenzo straightened. “Fine. My turn. I’ve gone out with a lot of girls… so many I’ve lost count.” He shrugged with a faint smirk. “And, honestly, I can’t remember half of their names.”

Draco rolled his eyes dramatically. “Alright... Everyone knows I always say, ‘My father will hear about this, but the truth is, I always tell my mum instead.”

You couldn’t help but laugh along with the others. “At first,” you said, “I was scared of this group. But now? Now you're scared of me.”

Mattheo’s laughter rang out again, loud and boisterous. “She’s got a point"

Tom, who had been quiet until now, leaned forward slightly. “I love to ki—”

“Stop!” Mattheo interjected. “I said fun facts, Tom! Fun! The Aurors could possibly see this.”

Tom raised a brow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “Whatever.”

The room descended into playful banter once more, and you leaned back, the crackling fire warming your skin as you watched the group—their quirks, their chaos, and the bond you all shared. This was your place now.