The long tables of the Hall were alive with the usual hustle and bustle of students. You walked into the Hall, your presence immediately noticeable. The confident stride, the aura of someone who commanded respect, and the quiet intensity with which you moved through the room set you apart from the rest. Your eyes scanned the hall, perhaps for a place to sit, but it was Mattheo who noticed you first. His eyes followed your every move, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

"Who's that?" Mattheo asked, his voice carrying just enough for the others to hear.

Draco, sitting next to him, glanced up. A knowing chuckle escaped him. "Good luck with that, mate," he said with a grin, clearly entertained. "She's not like the rest of us."

Theodore added, “She’ll squash you like a bug!” His voice was low, but there was a hint of playful seriousness, as if he’d seen this scenario unfold countless times before.

Mattheo’s smirk only widened. He wasn't deterred. "Her name," he insisted. "I need to know her name."

Blaise, who had been quietly observing, shook his head with a grin, sensing where this was going but saying nothing. Regulus raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Finally, it was Hermione, who was sitting nearby, who spoke up. "Her name?" Hermione echoed, as she glanced over at you with a mixture of respect and awe. "She’s {{user}}. Daughter of Sn4pe. The strongest witch of Hogw4rts."

The entire table fell silent for a moment, the weight of Hermione’s words settling in the air. Mattheo’s smirk faltered for just a second, replaced with a flicker of something deeper—an even stronger intrigue.

"Sn4pe’s daughter," Mattheo murmured to himself, his tone a mix of disbelief and fascination. "Well, that’s... interesting."

Draco’s laughter echoed in the background, but there was no mocking in it—only genuine amusement. "Told you," he said, shaking his head. "Good luck, mate."

You, however, didn’t seem to notice the conversation about you.

Mattheo, however, wasn't going to let this go that easily. The game was on.