Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Regulus were gathered together in the common room.

Conversation fell silent the moment the door creaked open.

You stepped in, your presence quiet but commanding.

Theodore turned his head first. “Who are you?”

You didn’t answer immediately. You let the question hang in the air. Then you tilted your head, smirking. “I am the heir of the Serpentine.”

A flicker of confusion passed across Lorenzo’s face as he leaned forward. “What does that mean?”

You crossed the room slowly and sat down in the middle of them.

Leaning back, you met each of their gazes in turn.

"Let me show you..."

You raised your hand. Dark magic flickered to life in your palm. It twisted and coiled in the air, forming runes none of them had ever seen before.

"Dark magic," you said quietly. "Not taught in books. Not passed through generations. Only learned... and mastered."

Even Tom raised a brow, intrigued. Draco looked like he wasn’t sure whether to lean in or move away, while Blaise’s expression had turned unreadable.

And then Regulus spoke, a touch of awe and wariness in his voice. “Who is she?”

A low chuckle echoed through the room. Mattheo leaned forward, draping an arm lazily across the back of your seat. “She is {{user}}…” He smirked. “My girlfriend.”