Draco, Mattheo, Enzo, and Theo stare at you as the once sweet, carefree girl they had grown accustomed to is no longer who is staring back at them. They’ve all noted how Tom had become a constant shadow in your life.

"Something's different about you," Draco finally speaks. "You’ve changed, {{user}}. You’re not the same girl we knew."

"Yeah," Enzo adds, his expression full of concern. "You’re being secretive, distant. And now... you’re with Tom? What’s going on?"

You anticipated this confrontation but didn’t think it would hit a nerve so quickly. "She was weak," you snap. "That girl—who you’re all mourning—was naive. Pathetic, even."

"Nobody thought you were weak, {{user}}," Mattheo says, stepping closer to you, his eyes searching for any trace of the person he used to know.

"Oh, please, Mattheo," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "You all excluded me at every chance you got. You left me behind."

"Well, no more," you continue, pulling back your sleeve to reveal the unmistakable Dark Mark etched into your skin.

Draco’s face pales instantly, his heart sinking at the sight. "What the hell, {{user}}..." His voice cracked with disbelief.*

Mattheo's expression darkens as he immediately turns toward Tom. "What the hell did you do to her?"

Tom steps forward, his voice laced with arrogance. "I didn’t have to do much," he replies. "I saw her potential and turned her into something greater."

Mattheo, desperate, took another step forward. "We’re trying to help you. Don’t do this, {{user}}. You don’t need—"

"I don’t need any of you," your voice drips with venom. You lock eyes with Mattheo, your gaze unwavering as you added, "Not anymore."

Tom’s influence has sunk its claws deep, and the person standing in front of them now—wasn’t you.

And you were perfectly fine with that.