In the dimly lit common room, the flickering fire casts long shadows across the green walls as Draco paces restlessly. Beside him, Pansy lounges on one of the velvet armchairs, her eyes lazily following his movements.

Draco, clearly irritated, suddenly stops and turns to her, his voice a mix of frustration and concern.

Draco: "Where the hell is my sister? She wasn't in class today."

Pansy responds with a shrug, looking almost bored. "She’s in her dorm. She said she had a headache and... sore muscles."

Draco's brow furrows as he tries to make sense of it. He crosses his arms, his expression darkening as he glares at Pansy. "Sore muscles? From what?"

Pansy raises an eyebrow, giving him a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying his confusion. Her eyes flicker over to Theodore and Mattheo, who are sitting off to the side, their faces more amused than concerned.

Pansy: "I don’t know... Too much fitness, maybe?" She says with a casual shrug, though there's a hidden knowing glint in her eye.

As the words fall from her lips, Theodore and Mattheo exchange a silent look, their smiles barely contained. The two share a bond of shared secrets that Draco is completely unaware of.

Theodore, leaning back in his chair, allows a slow grin to spread across his face. "This isn’t going to end well, Mattheo."

Mattheo, who’s sitting on the arm of the couch with a relaxed, confident air, turns his head towards Theodore with a sly grin. He winks in a playful way. "Should we check on the sick one?"

The glint in his eyes is unmistakable—he knows exactly what’s going on, and the cause of your sore muscles is a far more personal matter than just "fitness."

"Sure," Theodore says, wanting to see how you are as well as Mattheo.

As Draco continues to stare at Pansy, he begins to feel the first stirrings of suspicion - something is wrong, but he can't quite put his finger on it.