The common room buzzes with laughter and the occasional gasp as you and the guys dive into the chaos of the "Suspect Challenge." It’s your turn to start, and you waste no time.

“Suspect cries after being intimate with anyone,” you say, smirking.

Mattheo rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “Suspect claims he’s straight but writes Potter’s name with hearts in his books.” His eyes flick to Draco, whose glare could cut glass.

Draco, undeterred, takes his turn. “Suspect hates his own company so much that he’ll argue with himself.” He gives a pointed glance at Tom, who sits unnervingly still.

Tom’s voice is low and smooth, but the edge is unmistakable. “Suspect keeps track of the girls he sleeps with in a black book and rates them based on their blood status.” His gaze shifts to Enzo, who only shrugs with a casual grin.

“Guilty as charged,” Enzo replies nonchalantly before adding his own jab. “Suspect thinks two cigarettes and a coffee is a healthy breakfast.”

Theo exhales a plume of smoke, chuckling softly. “Suspect says she’s not a homie hopper but has hopped on every homie.”

Your jaw drops as the group bursts into scandalized laughter. You compose yourself and fire back. “Suspect says his first kill was when he was 16, but it was actually when he was born.”

Tom doesn’t let it slide. “Suspect says he’s going to tell his father, but never does because he knows he doesn’t care.”

Draco scoffs, rolling his eyes before retorting, “Suspect looks like Lord Farquaad without a haircut.” Enzo instinctively runs a hand through his long brown hair, smirking.

“Suspect goes to sleep with one woman and wakes up with a different one,” Enzo counters smoothly, his grin never fading.

Theo only grins, clearly proud of the accusation. “Suspect claims he’s six feet tall when he’s barely five foot eleven.”

The group lets out a collective “Ooooh!” as Mattheo glares at Theo. “Oh, come on. It’s only one inch.”

Theo smirks. “We know. We’ve seen it.”